Body of Work lyrics
by Cookin Soul
[Verse]
They say that
Nothing’s dope anymore, well what the f*ck is this?
Suck a di*k and get crossed out, you’re on my bucket list
No f*cks to give, a certified rubbish bin
I’ve been been back & forth now I’m coming in
It’s f*cking nuts, I kid
Thought I’d just bust this quick
Check this body of work I know the lust is thick
But what a twist this f*cker can spit, no discussion sick
Leaving dumbies toothless from a knuckled fist
This f*ck will p*ss in your sarcophagus, make sure your coffin fits Always in coughing fits from hardcore astonishment
Demolish sh*t, f*ck your acknowledgment
Grade A unpolished and no stopping this complete opposite-
But I mean, the feeling’s mutual, I get that I’m unusual
But you should fool somebody else, maybe you should pull the plug on this sh*t
A f*cking man on a mission
The top chef’s in thе kitchen and you know what I’m dishin'
[Chorus]
Sick sh*t, explicit misfits in this b*tch (I spit in unique ways)
Sick sh*t, еxplicit misfits in this b*tch (You spit in oblique ways)
Sick sh*t, explicit misfits in this b*tch (Produce a pure heat haze)
Sick sh*t, explicit misfits in this b*tch (From all the tracks we blaze)
[Outro]
Sick sh*t, explicit misfits in this b*tch
Sick sh*t, explicit misfits in this b*tch
Sick sh*t, explicit misfits in this b*tch