T.M. Stevens – Body Bag lyrics

"This is the end of your universe"
I'm a mean thumpin' bassist
With an attitude
Just check where I'm at
If you jump in my face
And you're bustin'rude
I'll smoke oyu out
Just like that
Me and the band
Always ready to slam
With the music or on the street
You really got nothing to say
Then go out of our way
I'll take you out quick and neat... punk

I ain't playin', dead punk

I'll put your ass in a body bag
Body bad
(Get out the way)
I'll put your ass in a body bag
(Sucka, see ya)
Body bag
(B.B. body bag)

I was born in the street
And you think that's neat
Don't even try to relate
Just stay in your hood
I won't be misunderstood
I'll plant you six foot deep
Reality check
You better hit the deck

I'm not here to play
You think that you're bad
And that really makes me mad
I'm gonna blow you away

For real, I don't play that
I am dangerous, back off

I'll put your ass in a body bag
Body bad
(Sucka)
I'll put your ass in a body bag
In a body bag
(Line 'em up, pop, pop, pop)
Body Bag
I'll put your ass in a body bag
(There are ten million people in the naked city
And you won't be one of them)
Body bag
Body bag. (check it out)

Yeah slow it down for a minute
Today is going to be a day that you might die
Don't come up in my face and talkin' that stuff man

This is the end of your universe
This might be the end of your universe
This is the end of your universe
This is the end of your universe
I'll put your ass in a body bag (etc.)
(This ain't no joke, die)