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"Bodysnatchers" is a track by Clipse, from the album Exclusive Audio Footage, released 1999. Full lyrics are available below. Dork has published 1 article about Clipse.
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[Intro: Pusha-T] Yeah, yeah What y'all wanna do? What y'all wanna do? C-L, I-P, S-E, N-E-R-D What y'all wanna do? [Verse 1: Pusha-T] My coke money's in cleaners Give it a fresh rinse Jap bitch wit the tech, first line of defense Pullin' up in the Ac', black shit with dents Test our aim, we'll be speaking your name in past tense Dress have you stressed till all black the scheme Chest poor formation when I'm wit' my team Stand on the back line, rope fit for kings How we floss, high gloss, we living through your dreams Death before dishonor, cut by katana Play while I lay, bathhouse Tijuana Getting fucked by Lana, hoes in the sauna Like her ass though, but her head was the trauma Arrogant for a reason, sex all season Two chicks, one dick, the odds are uneven Niggas die for treason, heart stop beating Hang em from the lightpoles wintertime, when it's freezing Take the safety off lock, forty cali' chrome cock All I wanna hear, pows and pops Send your last two breaths 'fore your breathin stop Bodysnatch you, whether it's rhythm or ones Bodysnatch you, whether grenade or guns Yo to all of my rivals, hold you bitches liable When it's time I'm pulling out my nine from the Bible [Hook: Pusha-T, Pusha T & Magnum, Magnum] I'ma catch your body tonight tonight Give a fuck about the blue light blue light Like you can't get debate the rhythm can't wait to get him I'ma snatch your body tonight tonight I'ma catch your body tonight tonight Give a fuck about the blue light blue ligh Like you can't get debate the rhythm can't wait to get him I'ma snatch your body tonight tonight [Verse 2: Magnum] Yo, Hell Hath No Fury, look at my jewelry Blew the fuck out like Jesus gave it to me Virginia's where my spot be, NSX car keys Don't try to take em, I'm twin Glock-ly Eat you like broccoli, then spit the stems Description, Liberace, fits the gems Was six when I traveled, the young black Pharaoh Walk you out your crib wit your lips around the barrel Niggas wanna murder me, dirty me Jesus died and rose at the age of thirty-three Resurrection bitch, my protection bitch Your head's about to have the Devil's numbers etched in, bitch There's that bitch Annie, with the eyes that sandy Girl of the supplier's brother, named Manny Glock many tecs so security could scan me Hit of the year, I better get a street Grammy It's hot in this back seat, slut bitch fan me There's that nigga, dressed in Miami The voice of Tammy Lucas means I'm gon shoot this heater And mack entire crews like Reba My nigga Q-Ball, got eighty rounds to do y'all Got a "weight" problem, can't wait to get to y'all A genie is blasphemous, anthraxous And who makes money, cleaning money, through taxes? [Hook: Pusha-T, Pusha T & Magnum, Magnum] I'ma catch your body tonight tonight Give a fuck about the blue light blue light Like you can't get debate the rhythm can't wait to get him I'ma snatch your body tonight tonight I'ma catch your body tonight tonight Give a fuck about the blue light blue ligh Like you can't get debate the rhythm can't wait to get him I'ma snatch your body tonight tonight [Verse 3: Malice] You can catch me in the back of the club, wit a buzz Wilding out frivolous, it's about ten of us Cats they envy us, wanna bust, either them or us What a rush when they make attempts to finish us Can't diminish us, our plan too sinister When it's all done and said, you in the need of ministers I'm the nigga that you fear for wetting you up Make you feel like everything's love and setting you up We blown up, and these blocks got em sewn up Niggas talking funny on my cell, hang the phone up Chicks wit the blunts, pull the pump shotty outta your bunk Body in a slump, either way, making em jump We got pretty cars, key to the city ours We the type to get a free lap dance, in titty bars Y'all floss, nah, we flaunt like drugs ours Sky's the limit, so we fly and touch stars Fuck y'all, no good full of hate niggas Rush up in your spot, where my where the cake niggas Break niggas, wit the heat, penetrate niggas And move it down south like my out of state niggas Ill right? hit you wit two, now what it feel like? Looking like some TV shit, but this is real life Fuck, we got pies to slice, jewels to ice Feel the wrath of this Clipse shit, lose your life [Hook: Pusha-T, Pusha T & Magnum, Magnum] I'ma catch your body tonight tonight Give a fuck about the blue light blue light Like you can't get debate the rhythm can't wait to get him I'ma snatch your body tonight tonight I'ma catch your body tonight tonight Give a fuck about the blue light blue ligh Like you can't get debate the rhythm can't wait to get him I'ma snatch your body tonight tonight I'ma catch your body tonight tonight Give a fuck about the blue light blue light Like you can't get debate the rhythm can't wait to get him I'ma snatch your body tonight tonight I'ma catch your body tonight tonight Give a fuck about the blue light blue ligh Like you can't get debate the rhythm can't wait to get him I'ma snatch your body tonight tonight
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