Hook:
I wanna/
Turn my body, turn my body to a comic book strip/ X 3
Turn my body/
[Verse 1]
Before the mandem were jokers/
Said tats wouldn't show on a black man/
But then the peng tingz started to notice/
Turn my body to a comic like Batman/
If i wana tat ain't no other/
Ink me like my Hong Kong brother/
Like MJ I'll turn colour/
Turn me to a DC cover/
Mad ting we nah ramp/
Circle your ends like a tank/
Heavy like Frank/
No you can't hang with the camp/
Coz you move like a tramp with a stamp/
The mans bare arms like Tee's/
The girls covered in sleeves/
You can ask Timothy you can ask Steve/
We flip beats like keys oh my jheeeze/
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
Put da ting to my chest best fireman/
Told my bredrin it's the last tat he said whagwan why you lying fam/
Turn my body to a comic book strip Spider-Man/
12 hours on the seat I'm on it/
A shook ute far from it/
Roll with my dargs like Wallace and Gromit/
When I turn my body to a marvel comic/
Some whitey like vomit/
When it heat like comet/
Them fish can't commit/
We don't rate no side men and no informant/
And those that not on it/
When Andy reach for the spark/
Don't give a cleet or a clart/
You can ask Peter or Clark/
After him leave up his mark/
On my feet go my Clarks/
[Bridge]
All this inking getting to my head/
While I'm dripping from the finest threads/
Got me itching on this tattoo bed/
Thinking Im so sick and while I'm drinking need to take my meds/
She loves the life but is this b**h loyal/
Tat her name on my pineal like this b**h royal/
Hit the road from ting we boil/
From out the frying pan into the rarsclart foil/