Before I go to sleep I can't remember if its Thursday or December I've been keeping track of days by counting hangovers And the bottles on my floor My
five little Caselys? Or he forgot to mention them. [Roxie Hart] What? [Martin Harrison] Oh, yes. [Roxie Hart] That bastard! Yes, I killed him. I would kill
I don't know I don't know Chain, chain, chain, chain Chain, chain, chain, chain A cut-price empire, clean-cut lines A perfect body and a dirty mind
yo fuck it We start jumped it, get on top of the shit and peeled Mad soldiers out in the field, busting they steel The raw deal, kill or be killed, shit
You people can watch while I'm scrubbin' these floors And I'm scrubbin' the floors while you're gawking Maybe once you tip me and it makes you feel swell
Ahh, you people can watch While I'm scrubbing these floors And I'm scrubbing these floors While you're gawking Maybe once you tip me And it makes you
CHORUS DARLING... Work That Body Move That Body Shake That Body Let Me Play With that Body Hot gal a dance pon the table, It's just a wanton display
No Help It's the killin' floor, killin' floor Yeah Ah Killin' floor No Killin' floor Ah Killin' floor Bodycount muthafuckas
called thee Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so; For those whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow Die not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me
t gonna sleep, ain't no time for counting sheep Swear this running down your back to running back is running deep (Hey) Michael Vick ya cause I swear I'm bout to kill
Leave me a drop of poison waiting on your lips In every war there will be casualties Even family members and best friends bleed Another tally on the body count
dead nigger, we pour bottles drown sorrows, ocean blue murcielagos, started with ? powder and a baby bottle yeah, the formula is warning ya, crack kills off reals to the corridor killed
, grabbed the forty-four mag plus a sack And I snag my leather rag, can't reveal when I glide with the moneybag ride to the hide, count my flags. I be
schools Got warrants for arrest in about 20 states Got a bigger body count than fuckin Norman Bates I'm a killer, jacker, dealer, pimp supreme I'm livin
position I was standing The strangest thing I ever saw The bullet entered through the top of his chest And blew his bowels out on the floor Well I floated down the counter
now do the bride rock it, pop it dont stop it i wanna knock it open up and let me come inside take me on a donkey ride wanna make that body jerk aint
Told my grams I'm a killa Bad boy n she feel it My people told me bout the secretz of war I cant spill it Got four four four dem hoes Plenty counted