Brotha Lynch Hung Album

[No lyrics]

Dinner and a Movie
I'm Bacc Nigga
Thats what it is

Yeah I might as well get wet
Give me a Newport I'm a little strange now
On fire like a human torch
Just get warmed up
Aint nobody can fucc wit me even luccily
Get cut in three im a fuccin beast I tucc the three
Fifty-seven and keep me revin'
Mr. Tech Ryhme, pure white cocaine spit not even stepped on
Sort of like blue magic
The pussy i stab at it
And stab at it, I'm an addict it bleeds when I tap it
Manic Depressive
And if you test'em
Mann is the lesson
Plan it get your chest split
Dance smith and weston and it will test'em
Hand it to Kevin
Cannibal session
Man full of intestine
Kansas is wit me
Strange Music is wit'em I think they breath littlely
I still see sicc'em
From long distance for instance
I get wit'em I spit sicc shit
Sniffin' cocaine

(Chrous)
(G-Macc)
Coathanger
Throatsta Strangler
Your folks get mangled up
Cut'em up from the navel(uhhhhh)
(C-Lim)
Put you in the hospital fast
Have you wearin' a oxygen mask
Wit the doctors in the surgey
Gettin in a Colostomy Bag X2

(Verse 2)
My whole cigarette is wet
I'm about to smoke it
Get hard like East Oakland
Rappers I super soak'em
After the kruger get over'em
I be standin over'em wit nine milimeter
Hit'em like a wide reciver
Like Jerry Rice
Them niggaz think I'm weak cuz I'm very nice
All I do is think about eatin them every night
So I got to carry every knife,every machete
Im steadily deadily it's heavily bevely gettin' cut up
I'll be a the motel fucced up
Blood in my cup witta fine bitch hugged up
'Til my heart get plugged up
I'm still going to be in my Dickies shit thugged up
Nigga throwin up blood throwin up guts nigga whats what
We kind of strange nigga we eat nigga nuts and guts
You already know what I eat your insides
And break down your enzymes
And take out your insides
Sniffin' Cocaine

(Chrous)
(G-Macc)
Coathanger
Throatsta Strangler
Your folks get mangled up
Cut'em up from the navel(uhhhhh)
(C-Lim)
Put you in the hospital fast
Have you wearin' a oxygen mask
Wit the doctors in the surgey
Gettin in a Colostomy Bag X2

(Verse:3)
I need a cigarette I cut a nigga neck
And watch the blood drip out
Hit him witta tech
Just like them niggaz watta fucc my bitch let'em sweat
She smile at you and cut your mothafuccin' neck
I hang a nigga and strangle niggaz wit barb-wire
It's little strange listebn to what i desire
I put the tools in they nuts twist wit the pliers
I'm a hot rod you a hot dog like Oscar Meyer
I drop logs nigga shittin' like dirrahea
You get the bucther knife too the eyes if you try to see him
Either that or my bitch see you right at the club
Put the whop de wop in your mug and your graves dug
I got it made cuz makin Strange Music to lisen and dissin you
Cuz that how strange do it(do it)
We sicca then hard liquor which ya'll it's know thang
Coathanga Strangla spitin the cocaine nigga

(Chrous)
(G-Macc)
Coathanger
Throatsta Strangler
Your folks get mangled up
Cut'em up from the navel(uhhhhh)
(C-Lim)
Put you in the hospital fast
Have you wearin' a oxygen mask
Wit the doctors in the surgey
Gettin in a Colostomy Bag X2

Mr. Mann-A-bal Lector
It's all over the news right now
You couldn't have missed it
Do you have any idea what might of happened to them
Any idea at all
Everybody thinks you do
Not me, but lots of people do
Tell me what happened
(He died a violent death)

(hook)
He won't have a head no mo'
He won't have no bread no mo'
I won't have to get fed no mo'
He's D.O.A.(Dinner on Arrival) bitch
Give him an-enem-o-vemom
And send em their endin'
10 of the minutes the minimum
I eat 10 of em
Tick-Tock on the clock taccin out many men
He's D.O.A. (Dinner on Arrival) X2

(Verse 1)
I don't do it to get famous
Sumthin' bout the brainless aimless
Body wit the stainless
Imma be in the 6-4.
a Schizo talkin other language
Yo' maine which your brain split
Imma commit the hit flow
Til the shit blow
This the foe
Gangin and banging
Lie in the playpen
Wit the stainless
Put his brain in my apron
Then I'm escapin
Staple his legs
When I get the OK
I'm tapin his legs
When I get to door
Breakin his legs
Want a omlet
Better be breakfast and eggs
Ducc from the bomb hit
They finn' to pay
Smoke when the bomb lift
They goin finn' pass it
Or they get the acid
I'm bakin' that ass quicc
Rapin that ass quicc
Ryhme sound like I be takin' acid

(hook) X2

Maybe the reason your so paranoid
Is cause you smoke you much fuccin' marijuana
Wouldn't you think?

(Verse 2)
I don't know
I just spit that shit
Like i do coke(you do coke)
I do hope
You get this shit quicc
Cuz Spidy's broke(Spidy's broke)
I do choke
Got that shit that rip chinese dope
I do loc
I got crip shit in me like tiny loc
I ain't actin'
My nine milimeter make niggaz do baccflips
Get with them minimum practice
Just hit them witta little gymnastics
My heat is plastic
I beat the bastard
i eat that ass quicc for dinner
the winner gets the meat
and i dont have to be the nigga that spits the fastest
Mr.NASA A-S-A-P give me my cashes
Mummahed Ali niggaz swoopin there ass's
Grizlock be beatin their asses
I leak mollasses couldn't see me after 24 karats of glasses
you ain't the only one who gots goons
Shit that'o bloody up rooms
Rips that'o bloody up shoes
pop the 64 pop the pistols
And I can get close enough
To hit those rocc to split those
you talk the good talk so walk the good walk
get up and lets go
this the Mister piston niston sicc as this is
Get your kids quicc take'em and rape'em
This the siccness take'em and bake'em


(hook) X2

It's quite obvious that people are addicted to your siccness
they all seem to be emulating you
perhaps you should do something about that

(Verse 3)
I just know
niggaz couldn't see me witta telescope(see me witta telescope)
I just hope
you tell'em Lynch Hung come so tell us hoe
Tell us Hoe
I got thicc big bitch so smell this dope
I mean sniff this coke
Its the rip vic shit drip out his nose
I dont need this
I carry a machete and I rip the cleveage
I carry 'em and bury 'em I'm leavin 'em deep six
Marin' and nall bearin' when I grind the teeth grip
I prefer a deep dish imma be hidin behind 'em witta meat clever
momma be cryin im fryin wit tha heat seeker
Probably be tryin' comin' wit the heat seek shit
Peter Parker AKA Coat Hanga Strangla
They may pray but the Lynch is hangin'em
After she dead Lynch Hung is bangin' guts STRANGE
Ain't no tamin' us
We get your brains and veins and bringin' them wit us
Getta tat and bang it wit us
One thang we insane and bring'en it up
My tongue hangin when I'm aimin' aimin' at the guts
Nigga loc to da brain all wraped in one
hot dog ass niggaz get wrap in the bun
tongue slit neck brains' hangin' wit Hung
the real siccness is bacc so get it and run
Imma get this shit and attack when I aim at his done
Imma get this shit and pack when I aim at his done
Siccness get your dick split


(hook) X2


I can't control my own mind(my own mind)
(Is that so)
my mind It's uncontrolable
(Well just keep coming bacc and we'll figure it out)
So many answers I can give you
(but worry to much)
So many answers I can give you
(all right i'll see you tommorrow)Laughs

[No lyrics]

No
Sit in that fuckin' corner bitch
(No just sit in that fuckin' corner and shut the fuck up Bitch)
Should've kept you off the internet
Just sit in that fuckin' corner bitch
Shut the fuck up

Verse 1
Razorblade the nipples, baby breastfeed me
I just saw your face on the TV, look at that, and they already think you're laying six feet deep
Took a nap, now they on the news talking 'bout how they want the hooker back
I gave her back to 'em, but not before I took a bat, bashed her in the head
Bathed in it and played in it and smashed in the shev back to the hideout
Shit, I took a machete and dug her fucking eyes out
Now I'm on the internet, motherfucker why not?
MySpace is my place; pick her up and tie knots
Got her on the bed playing dead, fuck it then I took her to the bathtub
And made her bloody red, no matter what he said
Nigga he's the ripgut, I saw him slice a nigga's dick up
And cut a nigga's bitch up, put her in the trash bag and that's that
He's on Facebook, she's in the space look

Chorus
Sit in that fucking corner bitch!
(Where's my motherfucking razorblade)
(Hey, I'm telling you bitch, you better take me serious)
Sit in that corner bitch!
(Remember when you got that computer for Christmas?)
(Yeah that's why you're here)
Sit in that fucking corner bitch
(Shit you should've told him you wanted sum umm damn Christian Louis Vuittons)
Sit in that corner bitch
(Now I'm about to cut you, and heat you and beat you and eat you bitch)

Verse 2
She asked me for a cigarette, here you go bitch bet
First pull out your titties and I promise I can get you wet
After I slit your neck, I keep 'em brainwashed, cut open the score
Cold water they get their brains washed
I'm in the kitchen with the Ithaca ripping your bitches' britches
And bitchin to get you to split the guts
Outta my mouth, I'ma get that outta my house
By cooking it and eating it and then I'm shitting it out
Like I do MC's ,you won't find shit all in the couch
Shit in the bathroom and shit in the mouth
And razorblades and alcohol, shit in the pouch
Like 50 bitches on their period, I'm serious now
It's about to take 3 hours like ham hogs
Trust me I'm tryna feed all them kids and the damn dog
I don't wan no ransom I'm sicker than Charles Manson, and some
Like Chucky I'm cutting the butt cheeks

Chorus
Sit in that fucking corner bitch!
(Yes, it's just about an hour left before dinner, you wanna watch a movie?)
Sit in that corner bitch!
(Instead of popcorn, I got popcorn alligator, you want some?)
Sit in that fucking corner bitch!
(Okay, well uhm, I gotta piss, so um, you need something to drink?)
Sit in that corner bitch!
(I also got diarrhea too, so uh, you want a milkshake?)

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[No lyrics]

[No lyrics]

I tried to commit suicide
I had a gun in my mouth, and a tear in my eye
Where's my mothafuccin' daughter at
Thinkin' about the next place I can slaughter at
I know she wonder's where her father's at (X2)
I Tried to Commit......

(Verse 1)
Suicide I had alot on my mind
I couldn't figure nothin' out
And my momma just died it's just like
Damn everything was blowin' up in my mind
I couldn't determine what was wrong or right
I'm goin Madesicc(foe life)
I ain't the type to bitch, whine or moan
But now I'm in a werid place and I'm really missin' home
Naw metaphorically I'm really missin' home
I couldn't explain how much I'm really missin' home(I ain't gone)
I'm on some shit that'o get you locced up
Put in the trunk nigga let's life shits fucced up
I remember when I use to sit at home all alone in my room thinkin'
I'm hungry for food my momma screamin' in the front room
Drivin' me crazy I feel like jumpin' out the window
I'm itchin' like scabies cuz my minds tryin' to play me
And nobody cares, I might as well take this nine mili and die right here

(Hook)
I tried to commit suicide
I had a gun in my mouth, and a tear in my eye
Where's my mothafuccin' daughter at
Thinkin' about the next place I can slaughter at
I know she wonder's where her father's at (X2)
I tried to commit....

(Verse 2)
Life keep a gun
I'm always on the watch-out
Niggaz think i'm dumb
'Til I pull that glocc out
Leave a nigga numb
Somebody bring the cops out
Cuz his work day is done
Yeah, he had to clocc out
Yeah, I could be the blocc out
Niggaz really don't want that
Send'em on the plane wit that thang in his dark blacc
Plastic and as if I asked it, it came out
Couldn't trust a nigga so I mantain the same route
Why should I trust a nigga they think wit they penis
Then they wonder why theres friction between us
I'm tryin' to get to Venus suck and duck you mothafuckas
I could just of leave it and treat it like another supper
I could just eat it take it how it comes
When it's all said and done we ain't got to wait for reruns
I can't even see cuz in the rear view mirror
Hey, let me just get to this nine

(hook)
I tried to commit suicide
I had a gun in my mouth, and a tear in my eye
Where's my mothafuccin' daughter at
Thinkin' about the next place I can slaughter at
I know she wonder's where her father's at (X2)
I tried to commit....

(Verse 3)
Hey my life been so fucc'd up
It's all on a bitch
Ever since i was 13 I wanted to be rich
Tried sellin' dope (Naw that didn't work out)
I was juccin' in the creek
I couldn't get my work-out
Too many niggaz was juccin' that brought the cops out
Yeah I went bacc to the Gardens and mom kept me locc'd out
Livin' in the regal think' sumthin' illegal
We know how it is when you workin' wit them eagles
Dope money pay for my EP
Tower Records put it out on ca-sign
And I had a sample of Knee Deep
Those days were good days these days are no good
Niggaz think I got a million probalby cuz I probably should
Sittin in this thigh-ass studio 'bout to change it
Reverse and rearrange it now I'm wit Strange bitch
This better work-out I'm tired of the same shit
So I put it in my mouth yeah, I'm goin' out

(Hook)
I tried to commit suicide
I had a gun in my mouth, and a tear in my eye
Where's my mothafuccin' daughter at
Thinkin' about the next place I can slaughter at
I know she wonder's where her father's at (X2)
I tried to commit....

(BLH)
Say I got a split personality
The day time I'm cool Nite time

No electricity, no car payment
Make me just wanna to rape shit
Scrape shit off the concrete and eat it
Believe it I can get devious like Lil' Bro
Criminal call me the cream of crop of Sacramento though
Why do they want to get severed up to many mini meat lits
Why every time I get drunk and high can't trust a nigga like a secret
So I commence to make the meat rip that's all I ever think about
Bellpeppers and hot sauce high blood pressure shit
Tell Lecter I eat it raw damn near rare
This album suppose to make you wanna eat spare ribs
I don't never wanna spare his life
Fuccin' rape his wife razor blade the kife ya
Sever your wife up watch the knife cut ya picture it like nite time
I spit posion like a python, shit got to get the lights on
When the lights on human meats all over the room, blood all over the room
Siccle pysycho Siccle Cell Anemia just light up the ooze

(Chorus)
I don't wanna say shit
I just wanna rape shit
I just wanna flay bitches
Nite time day and nite
Nitetime AK shit
My other half sayin' don't do it
But at close range split your brain shit
1(I can't speak don't) 2(I can say it) (X2)

(BLH)
Friday the 13th my day to work meat
Butcher shoppin' for Halloween
Took it chop it pop it hollow tips
I don't wanna get to pushin' the issue
But this is who listen to sicc shit
I don't need to get him look at him cook him
Took at him some of the siccness
I be havin' them fits wit them bitches and niggaz
I sticcin' them wit ice piccs Split
Personality shit liquor kill'em up shit
Dose of that fill'em up
Niggas get heated up like gasoline
After i put that gasoline on em
transform em to liquid
ima misfit cannabalistic
????

(Chorus)

i dont wanna argue i mean yes i wanna argue
im like no i dont wanna argue

Alarm clock, I hate alarm clocks

Hey babe I gotta get up
Real shit ya'll

[1st Verse]
I only got enough money for some hamburger meat
But i still aint trippin that's the shit I like to eat
But my son he like daddy this is all we got to eat
I'm like son I'm about to sing big time
I'm downloadin beats and I'ma start writin' to em
And if the fans don't buy em I'ma kill them in they sleep
Bring the extra cheese
We gonna eat somehow like the Vietnamese, Chinese, Japanese
Gettin' dirty meats, make me some fuckn' stacks of G's
With the a-r automatic uzi machine
All you gota do is wash it off and then put it in the freeze
And then we good for another couple of weeks
When you get older like me you'll be tuckin the heat
And if not you, you'll be stuck in the street
I wanna say ya mom love you, but thats up to she
But we gonna do what we gotta do n thats get the meat
Strange music got my back they hopefully
But if not they really aint no hope for me
That means you goin through the same situation
That means we gone keep goin through the same shit you hatin'

[Chorus]
Meat, we gotta find something to eat
Even if we gotta go do it on the street
Even if we gotta go shootin' with the heat
Even if we lie to dude we gone get the meat, (meat,meat)

[2nd Verse]
I only got enough money for top ramen noodles
My son lookin' at me like he don't wanna come to close
He saw me in the bathroom cryin' it was to late
I couldn't even keep a straight face, like 2 face
All the mother fucka's around me they was to fake
I ain't got an album out now they call me to late
Bar b q yesterday, where the fuck was I at?
A football game where's my mother fuckin' hi at?
I remember lizz moore drive even after that
Starin at my strange chain, thinkin' ain't goin' back
I got a new life, I'ma get a new wife,
I'ma get a new 9, I think it was do time
No matter who's wrong or who right
Life's like shakin' 'em up n rollin' 2 dice
Thin slice, and my ol school homey like where you been ice
Just marinatin, stomach achein shit ain't been right

[Chorus]

[background vocals]
Real shit ya'll.......real shit ya'll......meat
Hey kev wake up, fadin off, meat [Fades Out:]
Yo kev wake up

[3rd Verse]
Lil Kevin wake up its school time, get ya clothes on
Don't no body love you like me
We in the O zone, twilight zone
All we got to eat today is bullshit
Time for you to pray, but I don't pray I carry full clips
You can't be like me cause I'ma fuck up,
And if we both fuckn' up you gone be just like me
It's gone be a tight squeeze, we can get through this
You my 'lil nigga so nigga we gone do this
Shit, I can count it on one hand
Old as I am I can still cound it on one hand
We both Kevin mann
We both gotta stretch it out like a rubber band
I got another plan, I got a million of em
I'ma still come wit em, I'm still run wit em
We gotta keep it goin, then I'm done wit it
That's it, I'ma whipe my hands
I'm hella broke but I don't dance

[Chorus]

[Chorus] [Brotha Lynch Hung]
Deuce click, siccem
Hahaha siccem
Ah stick up
Hahaha victim
Number two hundred and twenty four
Hahaha get 'em
Grr, siccem
Hahaha siccem

[Verse 1] [Brotha Lynch Hung]
They call me Mr. Sicca-love-a-kiss
Quick to yell out "fucc a bitch!"
Thinkin' nigga quick stuck 'em
With the situation I tuck a fifth
Ready to straight up cut the skin off
I'm a little off, see they lame, brains hang out
Insane gang stranged out
I'm sicc of this, I'ma get venomous
(?Insinamous?), step fangs hang out
Insane in the brained out, no thang stangs ever came out
Split your liver, you better get your kids, I'll break the house
With samurais, turn the whole family into eggs and chowder
I'm so crazy 'bout her, I call her my switchbitch
Stick it up in you, taking out your insides
Put the rest in the ditch quick
I'ma eat like Hannibal, cannibal, wild vill shit
Having a nigga bust melodies, yelling like Johnny Gillshit
I'm a new addition to Strange, we about to kill shit
Yeah we all sicc in the brain, no major record deal shit
Yeah, we all carry the thangs, plastic and steel shit
Put it up in your veins and find it nigga, we will siccem!

[Chorus] [Brotha Lynch Hung]
Deuce click, siccem
Hahaha siccem
Ah stick up
Hahaha victim
Number two hundred and twenty four
Hahaha get 'em
Grr, siccem
Hahaha siccem

[Verse 2] [First Degree The DE]
That's to get lots of motza
Thats what we after
Tech N9ne for life bitch
???
???
???
???

[Chorus] [Brotha Lynch Hung]
Deuce click, siccem
Hahaha siccem
Ah stick up
Hahaha victim
Number two hundred and twenty four
Hahaha get 'em
Grr, siccem
Hahaha siccem

[Verse 3] [G-Macc]
I can't welcome you to the nightmare
The nightmare is me
I put the knife right there
Most evil dream you ever seen
??? ??? ??? ???
??? ??? ??? ???

[Chorus] [Brotha Lynch Hung]
Deuce click, siccem
Hahaha siccem
Ah stick up
Hahaha victim
Number two hundred and twenty four
Hahaha get 'em
Grr, siccem
Hahaha siccem

Nigga I'm the siccest in the west, hit it in the chest, in a minute I'm rippin' nigga like wet sex.
You're sentimental I get the the riddle n' shoot TECs cut a nigga in half just like a duplex.
Then all I ask is who's next take a nigga and give a nigga a suplex.
Coathangastrangla banging' the deuce set, chokeandstrangle name it in two blex.
It's the season of the siccness times three, spittin' the venomous IV fulla white weed.
And my nine get a tight squeeze, and I'ma die with my dick in a tight breezy.
Believe me I leave these, bodies are prolly gonna have my face on the TV.
I'm like Jason in 3D, who in the game wanna see me.
I'm at the motherfuckin' teepee plottin' and plannin' while I'm wipin' off D3.
Fifty-seven I makin' em go to heaven, one through seven I make em' go see the reverend.
In a casket, niggas get their ass ripped, razor blades and dildos nigga that's sicc.
Fuck around and get your hat split I'm on some tall cangee got my back shit.
It'll get venomous sendin' niggas at me, I keep a Russian AK in the back seat.
I get the guns from the back seat, Brotha Lynch Hung he got the hacksaw cuz he love to hack meat.
Heat it, eat it, n' leave it I'm even leavin' em bleedin' and feedin' em and I'mma keep it that deep.
I stay hotter than the sack keep, one to the head then I smash like a track meet.

[Chorus]
Don't get too comfortable (don't get to comfortable you might not stay might be leavin')
Don't worry mamma it's just bleedin' (things'll be fine if you just give it some time)
(Repeat x2)

[Krizz Kaliko]
Now they got me on some supa' dupa' sicc shit, so I'mma cut up and stab the beat like a slab of meat with slick shit.
Now now now I'm with the siccness and now I'm bludgeoning with niggas with Cuz and it's so rediclus.
Jugganaut now planted with the ramblin',
I'm supa' cede six seven Kill her with samplin',
and chew em like beef tips cuz Kevin is a cannibal.
Add me into the A team and I now I'm Hannibal.
Mechanical robot go hard and damage you with it, roll with killers and I gotta feel with it.
I got a musket and a pint of musketeil, when they find you they be like what's the smell?
Take him took his top off, pistol pistol popped off and we off'd him.
And cost him he soft by my boss and I (hey) took the coat hanga from Lynch,
And I become the strangla of ya flinch leave her bleed quick.

[Tech N9NE]
Gimmie the choppa and I be hopped and ready to die let's go, with it ready to pop and see droppin' every in my retinal.
Send me the doctor who got the medical file; death row for the nurses who purposely hurt mamma with Trileptal.
We told you motherfuckers that she was allergic he heard her slurred and her pancreatitis emerges.
Now I got you runnin' from curses and hearses, cut you like a surgeon cuz you deserve it.
Two reverands is pitiful thinkin' they can get with Mr. Formidable I pity your mental hospital, not hospitable.
I'm not finished your thoughts are squashed dinner for harps your off limits and lost with chopped genitals.
I'm comin' to get you with thunder though, seeing you suffer gonna be wonderful.
Sick inside of me give you lobotomies time to undergo fuckin' with the ninna!

[Chorus]
Don't get too comfortable (don't get to comfortable you might not stay might be leavin')
Don't worry mamma it's just bleedin' (things'll be fine if you just give it some time)

(Repeat x2)

[No lyrics]

Intro:
I seperated myself from most homies
Cause my enemies started out to be close homies.
Hehehehehe
Yeah! Dinner and a Movie!
Go buy my album (that's a fact)!
Brotha Lynch Hung!

Verse 1
Yeah
I was sitting in a room with a pistol, schizo
Fist full of bullets and my grip stoked, I'm mad
They say my music ain't Strange enough
So I signed at the dotted line with strangest stuff
Now I'm back (I'm back), I'm bad like LL and ladies love me
But fuck 'em I make they bodies smell, I got a psycho bitch
She'll cut you well
Leave her in a trashcan, you better get my mail
I'm so serious, believe it
I'm furious from fuckin' them bitches
While they on their periods, I'm seasick
See, here's my brand new meat dish
intestins and bell peppers and onions
an salt my delicates, ya see
trick, I want you to want me
Then I turn around and put ya head in my humvee

Chorus
I plotted my next murder in the bedroom
Gripping on a pistol
Way too potent n' like sisco
Overdose
You ain't getting up in the morning
hit you over dinner and a movie
I'm schizo
I plotted my next murder in the bedroom
Gripping on a pistol
Way too potent n' like sisco
Overdose
You ain't waking up in the morning
hit you over dinner and a movie
I'm schizo

Verse 2
Somebody roll another motherfuckin' blunt
Other motherfuckers want
My siccness spit
Put it up in ya mother cunt
Put it up in ya daughter's butt
And just when that's happening
My psycho bitch is running up and she gone put a cap in em
Slashin' em, cut em half and butt it in that ass
And after the fact
I'ma keep coming with psycho shit
Murdering others like michael pitt
Matter of fact, liposuction
Gutt em up, cutt em up
My face is in the paper
all it said was “what a nut”
ya buttercup
You can't even get with me did I stutter, what?
Motherfucker, somebody shut him up
Before I plug him up, gun em up, when is enough?
Nigga, nuts and hamburger
It's just another damn murder.

Chorus
I plotted my next murder in the bedroom
Gripping on a pistol
Way too potent n' like sisco
Overdose
You ain't getting up in the morning
hit you over dinner and a movie
I'm schizo
I plotted my next murder in the bedroom
Gripping on a pistol
Way too potent n' like sisco
Overdose
You ain't waking up in the morning
hitt you over dinner and a movie
I'm schizo

[Chorus 1] Repeat
I don't give a fuck about what you think
I don't give a fuck about what you feel
Drop that album I'ma too feel
Crack that yak bitch pop that pill
I rock that still, sit in a cage
I got a f type of crap, pop that steel
I pop that feel
Y'all motherfuckers is not that real
I'm a nutbagg

[Chorus 2 (plays over chorus 1)
I don't give a fuck about how you feel
About me, I kill for free, ever chill with me and
I don't give a fuck about how you feel
About me, I kill for free, I'm still just me

[Verse 1]
I'ma gutbag em up, toe tag em
Kick like into the drag and don't act em
Knife meat; put rat poison up in my I.V.
Try me, to crack niggas back to the crime scene
I'm a crime scene maker life taker,
Take em on a stage and rape em
No apron, I'ma scrape his face and face Satan
I'ma take his place and get a Jason
Mask, better be ready to duck fast,
Never be ready to face me I cut grass
Leave em dead I put three in the head
Then I feed him the dead and foresee to cut stab
I don't need to flip it I spit sick, got syphalistic
Your bitch get lit, I'm telling you this
It's the sickness shit, I'm smelling you this shit
You get twisted (grrr)
I'm in the rage, I didn't get paid
Now my life's stuck in the cage
I stayed with the same block in the gage
My heart's burning and I'm turning the page
Anybody that face me I get em flayed
Layed in the shade with a bag of ‘nades
I spit sicker than a bag of aids
'Bout to blow back up, so I have grenades (boom!)
Get sick'd of this, get a butcher knife
Slit your bitch's wrists, now you took a life
And a 56 and a hooker like
Yo bitch is with me, tell her goodnight
I'm 51, 51, 50
Don't get the hong, lick
You gon' get licked, don't sit too rich
Lynch is gon' get it
Don't get with this quick
I spit liquid

[Chorus 1] Repeat
I don't give a fuck about what you think
I don't give a fuck about what you feel
Drop that album I'ma too feel
Crack that yak bitch pop that pill
I rock that still, sit in a cage
I got a f type of crap, pop that steel
I pop that feel
Y'all motherfuckers is not that real
I'm a nutbagg

[Chorus 2 (plays over chorus 1)]
I don't give a fuck about how you feel
About me, I kill for free, ever chill with me and
I don't give a fuck about how you feel
About me, I kill for free, I'm still just me

[Verse 2]
I'ma put average niggas up in the attic
take they bitches and stab em up in the abdomen
Leaving bodies on medicine after new I'm havin you
For dinner and a movie after I stab at you
You got bit of the sickness, nigga haven't you
It's like cocaine so I don't got an attitude
Badabim, badabum I'm in your room
And all I wanna do is sing another tune
Ring another tool, bring another hookie
Cut up, what up, shit nut up, with us
Get fucked up with us and don't fuck with us
Get cut up the butt, quick shut up your butt slit
Razorblades, today's the day, cause you paved the way
For two day to get ate up
Shave his legs, and two pays get blazed up
Eat his brains and put flames in they guts
Emriel Lagassi, your posse
You don't see what I see you're not me
With this shit I'ma get my monoply
Not even a freight train can stop me
Not even a straight cane could rock me
Use weed to maintain a top speed
Low down, slow down with the fo' pound, no now, you go now (you go now! grr!)
I'm in the rage, I didn't get paid
Now my life's stuck in the cage
I stayed with the same block in the gage
My light's burning and I'm turning the page
Anybody that face me I get em flayed
Layed in the shade with a bag of ‘nades
I get sicker than a bag of aids
'Bout to blow back up, so I have grenades

[Chorus 1] Repeat
I don't give a fuck about what you think
I don't give a fuck about what you feel
Drop that album I'ma too feel
Crack that yak bitch pop that pill
I rock that still, sit in a cage
I got a f type of crap, pop that steel
I pop that feel
Y'all motherfuckers is not that real
I'm a nutbagg

[Chorus 2 (plays over chorus 1)]
I don't give a fuck about how you feel
About me, I kill for free, ever chill with me and
I don't give a fuck about how you feel
About me, I kill for free, I'm still just me

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I hate when niggaz get on the phone when they around me
It ain't business shit
If it was business shit I could see what your saying
These niggaz get on the phone man, they make me feel alittle funny
ya'll know what i mean(x2)
You handled business when you get on the phone.....

I hate when niggaz get on the phone when they around me
I really get paraniod get the 50 pound piece
paper box in my soccs use it for ground beef
I know they plottin' so I don't go to town meetin's
They wanna hit me like Barry Bonds
They wanna get me in the baccseat and send me to my mom's
They wanna picc me up
they want the ambulance get me up
they think i don't know
I didn't sign up for this
Black Market got me in this twist and did a flip flop baccflip
But this is Crip hop that's it (cuz)
Just wipe your dicc off that's it
Yeah, just get your bitch off that's it
Just cuz your shit's soft that's it
I like to get off gat spit
I like to spit raw rap shit
I might get shit on baccward
Taccin it out on the wrong niggaz yeah, and that hurts (ouch)
So I have to let the gat squirt then disappear and that works

Just before we get into the last song
Shouts out to Strange Music for puttin' me on
Ya'll mean this weather out here is crazy(this crazy)

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