William Hutson - Body and Blood lyrics

Cleavers up, bring 'em here Femurs all swing on the ceiling like a chandelier She sittin' there in a white dress, looking like she should get it Licking the lips of the reddest, should invest in a head clinic She got a pocket full of incisors and pliers In a briefcase in case she get inspired, she ain't She tryin' to s** face off the bone You should know she is prone to swallow the marrow She gettin' her eagle on down on the floor See how the drinks are flowing off of the top shelf Men are flashing their belt buckle and wallet leather clock And they can't stop watching they're jockin' em While she rockin' them 8 inch stilettos Ain't into metal, just leather and lace and the taste of oxidation Lay still and let her let like leech and s** She might let you f** but she want [Hook] Body and blood She don't need you for sh** but your dick and your veins And your guts and your (body and blood) Every man say she thick and they wish they could bang When she strut, she got (body and blood) Nails did, hair did, body right, teeth white Knives sharp, gettin' (body and blood) If you a bad b**h, let 'em know you ain't out for the dough You want (body and blood) Twerk somethin' girl, twerk somethin' girl, twerk somethin' girl Cut somethin' girl, cut somethin' girl, cut somethin' girl k** somethin' girl, k** somethin' girl, k** somethin' girl Eat somethin' girl, eat somethin' girl, eat somethin' girl She got her own home, she got her own set of power tools Her own unmarked van, plan meticulously laid out And splayed on the walls, all scrawled on dated Polaroids of seven heads plated She got vials of ketamine, rohypnol, and promethazine, blunts with amphetamines And whatever your pleasure be, medically, she readily be Providing the flyest of times to dine with the finest of wines Try and you'll find cut gla** to get you cut fast without cuttin' She got a diamond tattoo on her upper thigh Another fineness walks by and cuts eyes She let her go, she got a bad little body Plus a mean walk, mean a**, make jaws slack But the black make-up match the black makeup Bag of black clippers and steel and chrome-dip slick black handled switchblades she flips, she gettin [Hook] Candles by the mirror, perfume on the dresser, yes sir Red sheets made of satin, flowers in the bible drying Red wine in the goblet, golden Trojan wrappers Chainsaw motor revving outside, bloodstains on the carpet, Annie Elbow-length gloves, thigh high fishnets, and the garter God's son crucified on her necklace, hang just where breasts heave And by the cheek, got a machine Make 'em pray that the s**, life and d**h she doles And when she body rolls, see how the party go dumb And the pills dissolve, tongue tits and room revolve More than a few will fall, black light and new resolve She gettin' [Hook]