tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-44797232814737146202024-03-21T22:41:56.781-07:00Brotha Lynch Hung LyricsUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger111125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4479723281473714620.post-2449847821361602022024-03-21T22:41:00.000-07:002024-03-21T22:41:19.039-07:00Mannibalector (2013) <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhagW4zy1XM91k2xTr46TxXImh_S_HpvgpChGzWA5PdhYCPUUWgXXEamvuFBgBxRM1uUjGXUVBg0EkVplsEJXBAF0AdSalj6yrcefOIwWR60WOTVm3TjxCivscsYKGmiF8QyvKmq9kdxC92oTOMXNLAuKXzacPeSpz9Yo2El0VslqwUTSKaouldCOWcHfoZ/s1000/Mannibalector.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="998" data-original-width="1000" height="319" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhagW4zy1XM91k2xTr46TxXImh_S_HpvgpChGzWA5PdhYCPUUWgXXEamvuFBgBxRM1uUjGXUVBg0EkVplsEJXBAF0AdSalj6yrcefOIwWR60WOTVm3TjxCivscsYKGmiF8QyvKmq9kdxC92oTOMXNLAuKXzacPeSpz9Yo2El0VslqwUTSKaouldCOWcHfoZ/s320/Mannibalector.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><br /><div><ul style="text-align: left;"><li><a href="https://brothalynchhunglyrics.blogspot.com/2024/03/krocadil-lyrics-brotha-lynch-hung.html">Krocadil</a></li><li><a href="https://brothalynchhunglyrics.blogspot.com/2024/03/bacon-n-eggs-skit-lyrics-brotha-lynch.html">Bacon N Eggs (Skit)</a></li><li><a href="https://brothalynchhunglyrics.blogspot.com/2024/03/mdk-lyrics-brotha-lynch-hung-feat-trizz.html">MDK</a></li><li><a href="https://brothalynchhunglyrics.blogspot.com/2024/03/disappeared-lyrics-brotha-lynch-hung.html">Disappeared</a></li><li><a href="https://brothalynchhunglyrics.blogspot.com/2024/03/fucced-up-skit-lyrics-brotha-lynch-hung.html">Fucced Up (Skit)</a></li><li><a href="https://brothalynchhunglyrics.blogspot.com/2024/03/eating-you-lyrics-brotha-lynch-hung.html">Eating You</a></li><li><a href="https://brothalynchhunglyrics.blogspot.com/2024/03/tha-package-lyrics-brotha-lynch-hung.html">Tha Package</a></li><li><a href="https://brothalynchhunglyrics.blogspot.com/2024/03/something-about-susan-lyrics-brotha.html">Something About Susan</a></li><li><a href="https://brothalynchhunglyrics.blogspot.com/2024/03/the-river-skit-lyrics-brotha-lynch-hung.html">The River (Skit)</a></li><li><a href="https://brothalynchhunglyrics.blogspot.com/2024/03/can-i-have-napkin-lyrics-brotha-lynch.html">Can I Have A Napkin?</a></li><li><a href="https://brothalynchhunglyrics.blogspot.com/2024/03/mask-and-knife-lyrics-brotha-lynch-hung.html">Mask And Knife</a></li><li><a href="https://brothalynchhunglyrics.blogspot.com/2024/03/meat-cleaver-lyrics-brotha-lynch-hung.html">Meat Cleaver</a></li><li><a href="https://brothalynchhunglyrics.blogspot.com/2024/03/i-give-up-lyrics-brotha-lynch-hung-feat.html">I Give Up</a></li><li><a href="https://brothalynchhunglyrics.blogspot.com/2024/03/instruments-skit-lyrics-brotha-lynch.html">Instruments (Skit)</a></li><li><a href="https://brothalynchhunglyrics.blogspot.com/2024/03/stabbed-lyrics-brotha-lynch-hung-feat.html">Stabbed</a></li><li><a href="https://brothalynchhunglyrics.blogspot.com/2024/03/body-on-floor-lyrics-brotha-lynch-hung.html">Body On The Floor</a></li><li><a href="https://brothalynchhunglyrics.blogspot.com/2024/03/have-you-checked-children-skit-lyrics.html">Have You Checked The Children? (Skit)</a></li><li><a href="https://brothalynchhunglyrics.blogspot.com/2024/03/sweeney-todd-lyrics-brotha-lynch-hung.html">Sweeney Todd</a></li><li><a href="https://brothalynchhunglyrics.blogspot.com/2024/03/dead-bitch-lyrics-brotha-lynch-hung.html">Dead Bitch</a></li><li><a href="https://brothalynchhunglyrics.blogspot.com/2024/03/blood-all-over-me-lyrics-brotha-lynch.html">Blood All Over Me </a>(Strange Music Pre-Order Digital Bonus Track)</li><li><a href="https://brothalynchhunglyrics.blogspot.com/2024/03/fbi-lyrics-brotha-lynch-hung-feat-tall.html">FBI </a>(Strange Music Pre-Order Digital Bonus Track) </li></ul></div><p></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4479723281473714620.post-33685928208442442772024-03-21T22:31:00.000-07:002024-03-21T22:31:12.626-07:00Krocadil lyrics - Brotha Lynch Hung<div>Worms go in, worms go out</div><div>... little bugs coming out her mouth</div><div><br /></div><div>Chop 'em up, chop 'em up, chop 'em up, chop 'em up</div><div>Cut 'em up, cut 'em up, cut 'em up, cut 'em up</div><div>I don't be givin' a motherfuck, red dead bodies in the truck</div><div>Time to get another truck</div><div>This is my last time, sicker than the ass virus</div><div>It's been a bad night, it's, it's finna pass by us</div><div>I heard he was a cannibal</div><div>I heard he take the skulls and eat 'em up like a cantaloupe</div><div>I heard he eat the human meat like humans eat the animal</div><div>See how they talk about me? I'm about these antidotes</div><div>Painkillers, Prozac, muscle relaxers, trust me, my back hurts</div><div>Insane in the membrane, nigga, my brain might be on backwards</div><div>I'm a get back to work, kill 'em and put 'em in a cardboard box</div><div>Brains in a basket</div><div>Rumor has it I lock like a mastiff and I got enough zip-lock plastic</div><div>Give a nigga that hip hop casket, who can put 'em in a zip-lock fastest?</div><div>Me! That's who, shit get thick like a molasses</div><div><br /></div><div>I'm a get 'em and put 'em in somethin' sinister</div><div>Dennis, you motherfuckin' menace, I'm 'bout to finish 'em</div><div>When does a cannibal, mannibal, animal finish up? I don't know</div><div><br /></div><div>I just hate the way things are, I fuckin' hate the music now</div><div>Rappers needs to get smacked, show 'em they ain't useful now</div><div>They one-hitter quitters, skinny-jean niggas</div><div>R&B singers, I'm a krocadil meat eater</div><div><br /></div><div>I just hate the way things are, I fuckin' hate the music now</div><div>Rappers needs to get smacked, show 'em they ain't useful now</div><div>They one-hitter quitters, skinny-jean niggas</div><div>R&B singers, I'm a krocadil meat eater</div><div><br /></div><div>Rip 'em up, rip 'em up, rip 'em up, rip 'em up</div><div>Cut 'em up, cut 'em up, cut 'em up, cut 'em up</div><div>I be givin' the liver disease, killin' 'em</div><div>Turnin' they insides to raw hide, grillin' 'em</div><div>This is what happened, I wrapped him up in some plastic</div><div>And took 'em home for the acid bath, it was so funny, I have to laugh</div><div>These niggas ain't eatin' meat, I beat 'em then leave</div><div>Takin' 'em out for cheap, I'm a put that body up</div><div>Blood stains in the motel lobby</div><div>I'm a probably cut Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday</div><div>I'm an all-day nut, Friday, Saturday and Fools' Day</div><div>I'm a put the 9 milli to your toupee</div><div>Clock 'em out, Friday is a new day</div><div>Cut 'em out, spread the body over two states</div><div>Two labels, nigga, two chains</div><div>Butcher knife in a black backpack</div><div>In a black Cadillac, make 'em take a catnap</div><div>I get raw like Eddie Murph, nigga, have your family hurt, nigga</div><div>I put family first, nigga, fuck around and make it worse, nigga</div><div>(Push him out the door) Put him in a hearse, nigga</div><div><br /></div><div>I'm a get 'em and put 'em in somethin' sinister</div><div>Dennis, you motherfuckin' menace, I'm 'bout to finish 'em</div><div>When does a cannibal, mannibal, animal finish up? I don't know</div><div><br /></div><div>I just hate the way things are, I fuckin' hate the music now</div><div>Rappers needs to get smacked, show 'em they ain't useful now</div><div>They one-hitter quitters, skinny-jean niggas</div><div>R&B singers, I'm a krocadil meat eater</div><div><br /></div><div>Rappers needs to get smacked, show 'em they ain't useful now</div><div>They one-hitter quitters, skinny-jean niggas</div><div>R&B singers, I'm a krocadil meat eater</div><div><br /></div><div>Eat 'em, eat 'em, eat the guts up [12x]</div><div>Eat 'em [14x]</div><div>Eat the guts up!</div><div><br /></div><div>I just hate the way things are, I fuckin' hate the music now</div><div>Rappers needs to get smacked, show 'em they ain't useful now</div><div>They one-hitter quitters, skinny-jean niggas</div><div>R&B singers, I'm a krocadil meat eater</div><div><br /></div><div>I just hate the way things are, I fuckin' hate the music now</div><div>Rappers needs to get smacked, show 'em they ain't useful now</div><div>They one-hitter quitters, skinny-jean niggas</div><div>R&B singers, I'm a krocadil meat eater</div><div><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4479723281473714620.post-80413602233377779322024-03-21T22:30:00.002-07:002024-03-21T22:30:50.858-07:00Bacon N Eggs (Skit) lyrics - Brotha Lynch Hung<div>"Is this what you want?"</div><div>"Nah! Nah I want cheese on it. Like you always do!"</div><div>"That's what I said!"</div><div>"Yeah, yeah. Nah! Nah. Just look out the window: ain't nobody here."</div><div>"Yo?"</div><div>"Hey, Trizz. Where you at, nigga?"</div><div>"Yeah. I—I'll be there nigga—"</div><div>"You said you were gonna be here, man. Come here now, man!"</div><div>"Yeah, I know, I know. Hey, can you take care of that for me?"</div><div>"It's done, it's done!"</div><div>"Alright, no problem. I'm close. I'm real close."</div><div>"Oh, are you close?"</div><div>"Yeah, man. I'm hella close, I'll be there, I'll be there."</div><div>"Yeah."</div><div>"You rushing me, man..."</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4479723281473714620.post-45196993364870734302024-03-21T22:30:00.001-07:002024-03-21T22:30:29.424-07:00MDK lyrics - Brotha Lynch Hung (feat. Trizz)<div>Murder, death, kill, we hungry</div><div>Murder, death, kill, we hungry</div><div><br /></div><div>[Brotha Lynch Hung:]</div><div>And I got bodies in the trunk, some of that cayenne pepper</div><div>Midnight just passed, better keep your eyes on Lecter</div><div>I'm hidin' in your closet with a machete and trash bags</div><div>Spaghetti your insides, get ready, I been died</div><div>Dead like a zombie</div><div>Backpack full of that crack that'll make you go hug mommy</div><div>Mo' drugs on me</div><div>I'm too nice, but don't make me get that butcher knife 'cause I do slice</div><div>Television say I'm a monster, they look at me like I'm Ed Gein, guts in a box, red scene</div><div>And givin' bitches head drama, I'm way worse</div><div>I scrape the skin off your back and make a human skin purse</div><div>Cuttin' this meat, Strange is invited to eat</div><div><br /></div><div>Murder, death, kill, we hungry</div><div>Murder, death, kill, we hungry</div><div>Murder, death, kill, we hungry</div><div>Murder, death, kill, we hungry</div><div><br /></div><div>Murder, death, kill, we hungry</div><div>Murder, death, kill, we hungry</div><div>Murder, death, kill, we hungry</div><div>Murder, death, kill, we hungry</div><div><br /></div><div>[Trizz:]</div><div>Ey, Lynch, is that a blunt? Roll that</div><div>Lace it with the cocaine, a nigga need to smoke that</div><div>Forgot to take my Prozac, I'm tryin' to get my zone back</div><div>Shakin' and twitchin', ready to kill a nigga, oh snap!</div><div>I feel alone to myself, so depressing</div><div>Stressed out, hectic, come close and get yo' neck slit</div><div>Reckless, rippin' shit out and give it as the message</div><div>Guts on your doorstep, wake ya up for breakfast</div><div>Send it out to Lynch for Dinner and a Movie</div><div>Had the cops confused when they investigate, who, me?</div><div>Fuck jail, them niggas gon' have to shoot me</div><div>Goin' down fightin' on trial if they sue me</div><div>Fire up this doobie, spit a bloody loogie</div><div>Ripguts, look what drugs do to me</div><div>Somebody better save ya, sodomize and rape ya</div><div>Bitch, pick your face up and hand it to the strangla</div><div><br /></div><div>Murder, death, kill, we hungry</div><div>Murder, death, kill, we hungry</div><div>Murder, death, kill, we hungry</div><div>Murder, death, kill, we hungry</div><div><br /></div><div>Murder, death, kill, we hungry</div><div>Murder, death, kill, we hungry</div><div>Murder, death, kill, we hungry</div><div>Murder, death, kill, we hungry</div><div><br /></div><div>[Brotha Lynch Hung:]</div><div>Watchin' a bitch scream, yeah, buddy, it wasn't as bloody as it seems</div><div>When it comes to killin' I'm a motherfucking fiend</div><div>Catch me in the corner with your mother sucking spleen</div><div>Bath salt nigga I pound the asphalt nigga</div><div>Wrap you up in duck tape, and put you in the bottom of the river</div><div>But this time I was sniffin' cocaine, suicidal</div><div>12 gauge pointed at my head, Kurt Cobain</div><div>What you watchin' get 'em up, got 'em up</div><div>Shit you talking, shit 'em up, cut 'em up</div><div>I be havin' bad dreams and I want brains</div><div>And I'm about to rape your daughter I'm insane</div><div>A midnight killer, like it's a fucking video game</div><div>And I need my own show, 'cause I be cooking the game up</div><div>Like saute, all they, crew Wolf Gang Puck</div><div>I'm raping and fuckin' the beat, nigga, gang fuck</div><div>Cutting this meat and Trizz is invited to eat</div><div><br /></div><div>Murder, death, kill, we hungry</div><div>Murder, death, kill, we hungry</div><div>Murder, death, kill, we hungry</div><div>Murder, death, kill, we hungry</div><div><br /></div><div>Murder, death, kill, we hungry</div><div>Murder, death, kill, we hungry</div><div>Murder, death, kill, we hungry</div><div>Murder, death, kill, we hungry</div><div><br /></div><div>[Trizz:]</div><div>I hope you got my plate ready 'cause it's time to eat</div><div>Clean all the blood off my face now it's time to sleep</div><div>Move quick with the swift I'm a fucking ghost</div><div>Treat bitches like my weed, get choked in smoke</div><div>Fuck my exes 'cause I done been played twice</div><div>Now I'm trying to cut up them bitches using my steak knife</div><div>Take the A-1 sauce and pour it on their ass</div><div>Light a match, set it off, fire up the gas</div><div>Have my new bitch join us for dinner</div><div>Tell Lynch to call his girl, now we all up in her</div><div>Rip shit, grip shit nigga this the sickness for instance</div><div>I kill bitches for attention</div><div>My idea of fun is fucking dead bodies</div><div>The devil's inside me, this motherfucker's hidin'</div><div>Satan's taking over me, God what's gotten over me?</div><div>I hope my angels don't leave who else is gonna roll with me?</div><div><br /></div><div>Murder, death, kill, we hungry</div><div>Murder, death, kill, we hungry</div><div>Murder, death, kill, we hungry</div><div>Murder, death, kill, we hungry</div><div><br /></div><div>Murder, death, kill, we hungry</div><div>Murder, death, kill, we hungry</div><div>Murder, death, kill, we hungry</div><div>Murder, death, kill, we hungry</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4479723281473714620.post-62320385206175475422024-03-21T22:30:00.000-07:002024-03-21T22:30:04.876-07:00Disappeared lyrics - Brotha Lynch Hung<div>They disappeared, no COD</div><div>Don't trust nobody, this shit is weird</div><div>This shit is real, I have to own it</div><div>At any moment, they could be on me</div><div>They have to die, at least in my eyes</div><div>I'm so surprised, I open my eyes</div><div>I seen it all, they think I ball</div><div>I'll never fall, not as far as y'all</div><div><br /></div><div>Them bodies gon' disappear</div><div>I'mma rip 'em in half, gettin' the last word in</div><div>I'mma sit in the back of the car at her job</div><div>When she get in the car, I'mma attack her jaw</div><div>I'mma cut up the face and put on her face and</div><div>Walk out the house with a machete like Jason</div><div>Kill her whole family, Botox facelift</div><div>Nobody, no case, no body, no face</div><div>Barbecue, cocaine, I'mma rape your taste</div><div>I mean, I'mma rape your mouth, bitch! I'mma take guts out</div><div>And I'mma put 'em in the oven, yeah, I'mma eat that, love it</div><div>And won't you close your legs? I'mma hold up the plate like, "Bitch, you late"</div><div><br /></div><div>They disappeared, no COD</div><div>Don't trust nobody, this shit is weird</div><div>This shit is real, I have to own it</div><div>At any moment, they could be on me</div><div>They have to die, at least in my eyes</div><div>I'm so surprised, I open my eyes</div><div>I seen it all, they think I ball</div><div>I'll never fall, not as far as y'all</div><div><br /></div><div>We in your neighborhood like speed bumps, nigga</div><div>And I got that bloody face, sippin' on that Seagrams, nigga</div><div>And you want that season, nigga, where is that season, nigga?</div><div>I'm a misfit and I spit shit like I just got the fever, nigga</div><div>And I stay lit like Michael Irvin at receiver, nigga</div><div>Plus, I smoke like a chimney, enemies get ate</div><div>Fuck all the hate you were sending me, we straight</div><div>Even if these niggas steadily leaving, nigga</div><div>These niggas just teething, nigga</div><div>They don't wanna get in the ring with Ali</div><div>I might be leavin' 'em bleedin', no I.D.</div><div>Body chopped up, I'm leavin' in my keys</div><div>Nigga, I hack up yo' bitch, what's up?</div><div><br /></div><div>They disappeared, no COD</div><div>Don't trust nobody, this shit is weird</div><div>This shit is real, I have to own it</div><div>At any moment, they could be on me</div><div>They have to die, at least in my eyes</div><div>I'm so surprised, I open my eyes</div><div>I seen it all, they think I ball</div><div>I'll never fall, not as far as y'all</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4479723281473714620.post-60021034030623556862024-03-21T22:29:00.001-07:002024-03-21T22:29:42.755-07:00Fucced Up (Skit) lyrics - Brotha Lynch Hung<div>[Dave Weiner:]</div><div>Hey, Lynch, it's Dave</div><div>Yo, that ending was crazy, man</div><div>I knew you would come with some crazy shit</div><div>But wow, that's fucced up</div><div>And when you ... wait a minute</div><div>Hold ... dude, that doesn't even make sense</div><div>Dude, Lynch, call me, man</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4479723281473714620.post-90537024779642941602024-03-21T22:29:00.000-07:002024-03-21T22:29:18.403-07:00Eating You lyrics - Brotha Lynch Hung (feat. ¡MAYDAY!)<div><br /></div><div>[Brotha Lynch Hung:]</div><div>Okay, now that we're here, I can finally tell you guys, what</div><div>What I brought you here for</div><div>So, but first of all, cheers to Strange, toast, glasses up</div><div>Alright, alright this is how it went</div><div><br /></div><div>I saw her in the woods by herself I had a knife</div><div>Perfect opportunity to take another life</div><div>Unfortunately I'm fucking ya kids instead of your wife</div><div>She was over 18 so she could make her own decisions</div><div>Sacramento born so she knew I probably visit</div><div>What is it a blizzard? Nigga I'll cut her up with the scissors</div><div>Laid the skin out on the table able to stretch it</div><div>Picture a nigga bathing in blood and butt naked</div><div>I met her at the studio I put her my record</div><div>Told her I'd give her an ass cap if she turned that ass backwards</div><div>I lifted up the black skirt, stuck a N9ne in her</div><div>Pulled the trigger</div><div>Now she gone and you eating her for dinner</div><div>I never would have told y'all</div><div>But I love y'all niggas</div><div>Told her my tour bunk was right above y'all niggas</div><div>She really wanted to see y'all</div><div>But I met her first</div><div>She told me she had a ¡MAYDAY! CD in her purse</div><div>I told her I was a Strange artist — she didn't believe it</div><div>I was staring at the ¡MAYDAY! tattoo on her cleavage</div><div>She also had a Tech N9ne tat on her ass cheek</div><div>Vaseline</div><div>She say she just got it done last week</div><div>I said Tech's too busy that's a long shot</div><div>See he in the north pole fucking an Eskimo slut</div><div>He said the pussy was cold and the rest was all cock</div><div>Felt like the pussy was dead kinda like a zombie</div><div>I gave her some of that Humboldt cookie bomb weed</div><div>She was higher than the space needle</div><div>I keep that shit almost everyplace we go</div><div>I started cutting up the arms and the legs</div><div>And I had the bags in the passenger seat</div><div>And a blunt in the ashtray</div><div>Now I'm driving down the freeway</div><div>Paranoid, hella wired and I was driving for 3 days</div><div>I almost dropped the body parts off at the truck stop</div><div>Hella tired</div><div>Like for 2 hours I sucked cock</div><div>I couldn't focus, eyes hella blurry, I can't stop</div><div>Going back to Cali ain't an option get caught by the cops</div><div>So I came to Kansas City just to talk to Trav</div><div>Y'all was on the next thing smoking now we eating meat</div><div>I'm on the news, did you see me on the I.D. channel</div><div>They got a story about me called bloody candles</div><div>They say I murdered hella people</div><div>And ate the bodies up</div><div>They had some 6 foot nigga play my body double fuck</div><div><br /></div><div>[¡MAYDAY!:]</div><div>Yeah man, I swear he even looked like you man, I couldn't believe it</div><div>Yo w-what'd you put in this food man, this shit is fucking awesome B</div><div>I swear to god man this shit got me, I don't know man this shit got me feeling fucking good</div><div><br /></div><div>[Wrekonize (Bernz):]</div><div>We really glad to be sitting at your table and break the bread with the Mannibal of Lector</div><div>And this animal flesh just a stab at the best and we expect no less from the gesture?</div><div>(Alright, and I seen her at the show of the day locked up what the fuck we eyed)</div><div>(This Morse Code tat with a flesh filled high and a pair of red socks that way up knee high, no lie)</div><div>This meal is fantastic, thanks for the invite Lynch</div><div>Cheers to Strange, too right, The Snake and Bats the shit</div><div>(Well Tech is fucking the Eskimos in the north pole</div><div>We bath saltin' in Miami where the whores are swole and snort blow)</div><div>We been all up on your cannibal shit, the cannabis twist</div><div>And now we on some mannibal shit, the mammals we get</div><div>We damage with the top of our fist an ice pick</div><div>Swing hard just to damn and the cliques Strange Music</div><div>(Ay that's what's up, I need an ass filleted in this booth)</div><div>(And this meat is a little too tough Brotha Lynch mighta been that you overcooked?)</div><div>But back to the matter at hand I know you damaged the fam, which might cause concern</div><div>But at the end of the day it's bros' before hoes', they don't ever seem to learn right Bernz</div><div>(Let's chew it, the girls came through and got more than she bargained for)</div><div>(She had a body that was so damn thick the bowels could rip apart your jaw)</div><div>(Scars, hard, this broad was playing backyard)</div><div>(So it's a shame you chopped her up Lynch but life is hard)</div><div>And I ain't her bodyguard, goddamn this steak is charred</div><div>Pass me the whiskey please brother, I need to ease the gods</div><div>But a demons claws, I scratch beneath the stars</div><div>And give 'em another reason to be up in needing sacrafeasts in large?</div><div><br /></div><div>[Wrekonize & Bernz:]</div><div>So we thank you Brotha Lynch Hung for this invitation</div><div>And we forgive you for the fan of ours you mutilated</div><div>On behalf of all of us in ¡MAYDAY! here's our statement</div><div>We're down to roll with you no matter what the situation</div><div><br /></div><div>[Brotha Lynch Hung (¡MAYDAY!):]</div><div>So, t-the moral, I mean</div><div>You know basically what I was trying to tell you guys</div><div>I mean I just wanna know am I crazy?</div><div>(Nah, nah, nah)</div><div>For, for eating human meat?</div><div>(Wait, wait? You were eating human meat right now?)</div><div>Did you guys, yeah.. you guys ate human meat</div><div>So, tell me what you think</div><div>(My stomach hurts...)</div><div>Ha hahahahaha human meat</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4479723281473714620.post-58973279003390902242024-03-21T22:28:00.001-07:002024-03-21T22:28:40.230-07:00Tha Package lyrics - Brotha Lynch Hung (feat. Yelawolf)<div>[Brotha Lynch Hung:]</div><div>I'mma call this nigga real quick</div><div>Mellow Yellow, it's ya boy Brotha Lynch Hung a.k.a. Spider-Man</div><div>Ey, I'm sendin' that package man</div><div>Uh, let me know when you get it</div><div>Hit me back, you already know my number</div><div><br /></div><div>She makes me nut when I eat that pussy</div><div>I got that meat in my teeth</div><div>Nigga, I just cum when I see blood leakin'</div><div>I got that sickness disease</div><div><br /></div><div>I'mma bring it back</div><div>I'mma hit 'em with something rippin' their guts up</div><div>Get-em and cut-em with the scissors</div><div>Nigga, I'm fucked up</div><div>Strange music, ain't nobody can touch us</div><div>One shot to the head, nigga you touched up</div><div>Niggas got it all mixed up, Rob Rebeck (Damn)</div><div>Now they all tied up by the sea-deck (Grrr!)</div><div>'Bout to hop in the boat and drop in the ocean</div><div>Oh, I'm killing and jacking off with the lotion (Grr!)</div><div>Straight Mannibalect</div><div>It ain't like that steel can't handle your neck</div><div>I get straight right to it</div><div>Put 'em in the back of the van</div><div>Once they're in the back of the van, nigga they're useless</div><div>I'm a sicko, psycho like Michael</div><div>I know, everybody be thinking I might blow</div><div>Any minute, I get ready to, I'm ahead of you</div><div>I'mma ever-ready, forever ready to let loose (Grr!)</div><div>I'm a monster nigga</div><div>Eat raw brains, I'mma hello and reap ya</div><div>Leave blood stains in the back of your pick-up</div><div>Waiting all night 'til I'm ready to get ya</div><div><br /></div><div>Ay Mellow, Mellow I sent that package man</div><div>Please let me know when ya get it man</div><div>Hit my phone back</div><div><br /></div><div>[Yelawolf:]</div><div>Slumerican shit!</div><div>Catfish Billy and I'm pullin' out Bacardi</div><div>'Bout to throw it in a bucket of (lemonade)</div><div>Steering up a 1955 Chevrolet, doing 99 on the (interstate)</div><div>Do I see the pigs in the rear view?</div><div>Yeah I do homie, but I'm looking like ("Anyway!")</div><div>If they pull me over</div><div>I'll be rollin' down the window with a mac in my lap</div><div>While I (grin and say:)</div><div>"Bitch I'm mean</div><div>Raw as a fish on a dish, when you sit to get Japanese"</div><div>Got a 10-pack in the trunk and I'm pullin' up to the trailer park (Let's go!)</div><div>I'mma need about 5 of them bitches</div><div>Hi little misses</div><div>Do you know about them hybrid sticks with</div><div>Buds lookin' like bubble-suds enriched with shrubs and stuff you could get a good buzz with?</div><div>You gotta love it!</div><div>Got a good plug in the islands, I been pricing a budget</div><div>If I get rid of these first 5 for about 9, I'll be sittin' on a pile of money</div><div>They gotta go, everything must go!</div><div>Catfish Billy got beans for the low, with chocolate chips (Mm mm!)</div><div>Hop-up in the spaceship</div><div>Let's dip clean and roll</div><div>Like 2.99, can I get a 3, can I get a 3.99, can I get a 4</div><div>Can I get a 4.55, can I get a 55, can I get a 4.55? (55 sold!)</div><div>Yeah officer</div><div>Runnin' this white-trash dope like a fuckin' auctioneer</div><div>Just so I can put a lift-kit on my fuckin' 4-wheeler, that's how I floss this shirt</div><div>Get bucked!</div><div><br /></div><div>And I'm off like a fucking bandit, understand it</div><div>If you want me to pull the string, just give me your puppet under my hand</div><div>And I will tap-dance all over the stage for the cops while they stare at Pinocchio</div><div>Me and Brotha Lynch on some other shit</div><div>If you wanna hit, you can come and see me at the show, let's go!</div><div><br /></div><div>And I'm off like a fucking bandit, understand it</div><div>If you want me to pull the string just give me your puppet under my hand</div><div>And I will tap-dance all over the stage for the cops while they stare at Pinocchio</div><div>Me and Brotha Lynch on some other shit</div><div>If you wanna hit, you can come and see me at the show, let's go!</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4479723281473714620.post-7912027000436907342024-03-21T22:28:00.000-07:002024-03-21T22:28:09.477-07:00Something About Susan lyrics - Brotha Lynch Hung (feat. Cos & Irv Da Phenom)<div>[Brotha Lynch Hung:]</div><div>I told you, hated the way you always used to leave me</div><div>I saw you at the club with that motherfucker Ci-Ci</div><div>I pulled up, you was in the front of the club</div><div>I saw another nigga hugging you you know I was tripping</div><div>I had to dip in, order me a dirty martini and best believe me</div><div>I really didn't want a bitch to see me</div><div>So I put on the spydie's took out my I.D. and</div><div>I have to keep the knife right behind me 'til ya by me</div><div>I was in the bathroom shaking the dick off when he came in</div><div>I wanted to pull out the N9ne milli and bash his brains in</div><div>Grr, you know how Brotha Lynch will do it</div><div>Walk up on a nigga with 2 blades and give a nigga 2 slits</div><div>Na, my main goal was the same ho</div><div>She used to let me put the Ruger up in the anal</div><div>I taught her all that shit now the next nigga benefacting</div><div>Irv take me to the hook I need an intermission</div><div><br /></div><div>[Irv Da Phenom:]</div><div>I swear I love her, I never let her out of my sights</div><div>There's no more living if I ever let her out of my life</div><div>'Cause when she's not 'round it's just not right</div><div>You are my heart, I give you my all put nothing above the one that I love</div><div><br /></div><div>[COS:]</div><div>Something 'bout Susan she keep my bed warm</div><div>I go to sleep with her then I wake up in the morn</div><div>Then she right by me side then we hop in the ride</div><div>With a bottle in my hand, that's how we drink and drive</div><div>85 on a 35, straight pushing</div><div>There's something 'bout Susan keep haters just looking</div><div>When the sun goes down, we dress up in all black</div><div>Matching outfits, she been down since way back</div><div>Back when I used to cook crack at the house</div><div>And even though she set ya boy in a cell a couple times that's my spouse</div><div>And I love her but I hate her, when she spit at other niggas</div><div>Put me in situations where she get at other niggas</div><div>Now she got the police asking questions looking for her</div><div>I'm 'bout to wrap her up and leave he on the river floor</div><div>I'm 'bout drown this chick in so much water like a moor</div><div>This my love train all aboard, 'til death do us</div><div><br /></div><div>[Irv Da Phenom:]</div><div>I swear I love her, I never let her out of my sights</div><div>There's no more living if I ever let her out of my life</div><div>'Cause when she's not 'round it's just not right</div><div>You are my heart, I give you my all put nothing above the one that I love</div><div><br /></div><div>[Brotha Lynch Hung:]</div><div>3 in the morning I can't sleep I'm having bad dreams</div><div>I keep seeing bad shit, this was a bad week</div><div>I had bad month, shit... I had a bad year</div><div>I had a bad life even before she came here</div><div>I used to tell them I was married to the music</div><div>And I never should've changed that</div><div>I Gotta get my strange back!</div><div>I used to write every morning and smoke hella weed</div><div>I used to be on the road, used to make hella cheese</div><div>And now I'm struggling broke</div><div>And you could tell I'm heated</div><div>Bringing bullshit in my life</div><div>And I don't really need it</div><div>I think I'm smoking too much</div><div>It's like suicide</div><div>I won't eat, won't shower</div><div>Between you and I</div><div>My trust is all fucked up</div><div>I'm ready to give the fuck up!</div><div>I'm ready to murder everything!</div><div>My life is all sucked up!</div><div>I'm tired of all this shit!</div><div>And now the next nigga benefited</div><div>Irv, take me to the hook</div><div>I need an intermission</div><div><br /></div><div>[Irv Da Phenom:]</div><div>I swear I love her, I never let her out of my sights</div><div>There's no more living if I ever let her out of my life</div><div>'Cause when she's not 'round it's just not right</div><div>You are my heart, I give you my all put nothing above the one that I love</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4479723281473714620.post-40195384361943583232024-03-21T22:27:00.001-07:002024-03-21T22:27:44.290-07:00The River (Skit) lyrics - Brotha Lynch Hung<div>Nah, I was gonna bring home barbecue</div><div>Ay—goddammit—ay, man, they fuckin' with me</div><div>Let me call you back</div><div><br /></div><div>What the fuck is this car doing out here this time of night?</div><div>Idiots</div><div>Yeah, we better check this shit out</div><div>Yeah, it's kinda dangerous right here—something's going on</div><div>License, insurance, and registration please</div><div>Yeah, I'll—it's right over here</div><div>So how much have you had to drink tonight?</div><div>Hold—is that—Mr. Mann</div><div>Mr. Mann</div><div>That's Mr. Mann right here. You recognize this guy, don't you?</div><div>Yeah, I recognize this—what can we get him for? Hey, whose car is this?</div><div>Yeah, it's mine, it's my car</div><div>Yeah right. You oughta be glad we don't carry the breathalyzer</div><div>Mr. Mann, whatever happened with all that?</div><div>You ain't got shit to do, man, fuck</div><div>Yeah, you got away from us before</div><div>We have a lot to do, Mr. Mann, like looking for killers</div><div>Yeah, you look like a killer</div><div>What are you doing out here, cat-fishing right now or something? Why are you out</div><div>Does it look like I got fish in my car?</div><div>Well, why are you on the levee road, Mr. Mann? I mean</div><div>Man, just check my paperwork, man</div><div>Alright, I'm gonna go run him</div><div>Mr. Mann, we know you're a killer. What are you doing, dumping dead bodies out here? We know you're the Coathanga Strangla, Mr. Mann</div><div>Funny</div><div>You have any coat hangers over there in the back seat?</div><div>You've been watching me for years, and all of a sudden</div><div>Where are all the coat hangers at, Mr. Mann?</div><div>You're not gonna believe this shit, huh, he checks out</div><div>Yeah, gimme my shit! Fuck, man</div><div>You better make sure all the lights are working on your car</div><div>We're gonna be watching you. We're gonna be watching you, Mr. Mann</div><div><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4479723281473714620.post-10807474902177311282024-03-21T22:27:00.000-07:002024-03-21T22:27:20.975-07:00Can I Have A Napkin? lyrics - Brotha Lynch Hung<div>Can I have a napkin?</div><div>I eat his insides out nobody knew what happened</div><div>I ran down the avenue, all red like Mack 10</div><div>Jailhouse shank tickle nigga he died laughing</div><div>Blue dickies bloodied up always keep 'em sagging</div><div>Head trauma, you couldn't even fix it up with aspirin</div><div>As if</div><div>Niggas wanna eat but I eat ask 'em</div><div>Nigga you wanna certified dope record cash 'em</div><div>That's why I'm strange on that ass I gotta passion</div><div>Only reason I spit like this nigga I drink acid</div><div>Modern-day Ca$his Roy Jones Mayweather</div><div>You couldn't tell me nothing 'bout sick nigga we stay together</div><div>Sleep in the same bed running through the same bread</div><div>Still spitting fire if you know the rap games dead grrr</div><div>I eat spaghetti intestines so I don't give a fuck about your funny ass tactics</div><div>And I don't wanna run up in your stomach</div><div>Pepto</div><div>All you other horrorcore rappers</div><div>Klepto</div><div>Run up in 'em</div><div>Cut 'em in the motherfucking neck though</div><div>No more rapping no need to use the techno</div><div>My rhymes like lead bullets leaving your set wet though</div><div>I challenge you motherfuckers I'm a broke nigga so let's go</div><div>Tech N9ne Sacramento cannibal I eat</div><div>Breath stink like human meat got pieces in my teeth</div><div>Can I get a toothpick?</div><div>Overdose on 24 pills that way you guilty motherfuckers know what the truth is</div><div>Niggas think they know me they're calling me a "OG"</div><div>Fuck all your sympathy nigga you can die slowly</div><div>Poisonous get your boys in this I take 'em by the dozen</div><div>Nigga I get devious that was my little cousin</div><div>Nigga I'm just sick in the head you thought I wasn't?</div><div>I'll make a nigga drink my piss guzzle n love it!</div><div><br /></div><div>I might just eat your brains to see what's in your soul</div><div>I'm high drunk wet angry</div><div>They're gon' have to capture me I'm cooking 'em up in a factory</div><div>Nigga you're dead now</div><div>Nigga you're dead now</div><div><br /></div><div>Can I have a napkin? Blood on my hands last night guess what happened</div><div>I beat the murder like Casey Anthony, saw grass cuttin' all ass and that's the meat</div><div>And if I ever show up at you church, dick out, ready to flirt, kicked out</div><div>I will see dead people in the church, this house</div><div>Now known as the murder scene, lyrical leader of the rest you you heard of me</div><div>I'll put your brains in a basket and take 'em to your grandma house in a cup of acid</div><div>He don't have to get bloody buddy, bitch drink this acid</div><div>I'm goin' to the car and coming back with a black plastic</div><div>As if horrorcore rappers want it with me</div><div>I've been eatin' human meat since you been sucking mama's titty</div><div>Speakin' of, seven help me rip these bitches speakers up</div><div>You're invited to my mind come on we can grub</div><div><br /></div><div>I might just eat your brains to see what's in your soul</div><div>I'm high drunk wet angry</div><div>They're gon' have to capture me I'm cooking 'em up in a factory</div><div>Nigga you're dead now</div><div>Nigga you're dead now</div><div><br /></div><div>Excuse me, can I have a napkin?</div><div>I'm drippin' like a vampire when he ain't rappin'</div><div>Nigga you a damn liar I'mma get to snappin'</div><div>They swell, cranium like a eggshell craccin'</div><div>Hey well that's how it goes all the time</div><div>You know Spider-Man he gotta put it in a rhyme</div><div>I eat rappers up, I admit, I eat swine</div><div>With a little squeeze from the lemon and lime</div><div>Me I hate women all the time (I really mean) exes</div><div>Dream about</div><div>Leaving 'em in the back of the Lexus</div><div>Cut throat legs spreaded open like Texas</div><div>Razor blade pussy lips nigga she died gasping</div><div>Murder without a motive it's ya boy I gotta passion</div><div>And I be puffin on that kush like Ashton, Sebastion</div><div>You don't wanna fuck around gattin</div><div>Music either I gotta couple of them fat ones</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4479723281473714620.post-80821323124347622182024-03-21T22:26:00.001-07:002024-03-21T22:26:58.009-07:00Mask And Knife lyrics - Brotha Lynch Hung (feat. G-Macc & Bleezo)<div>Ay my nig, is that some weed right there, my nig?</div><div>Let me hit that shit, man ya feel me? Pass that shit</div><div>Naw, this ain't weed, nigga, you know what this is</div><div>I don't know what it is</div><div>You see how shiny the cigarette is, nigga (hehehe)</div><div>Awww, that crippler dippler!</div><div>Roberto, let's do it again!</div><div><br /></div><div>[G-Macc:]</div><div>Clear my throat, then I</div><div>Pull a butterfly knife out the back pocket chop it with a semi</div><div>Half of the body left in the closet</div><div>The other half in the cutlass with me</div><div>Wanna come back with the gonorrhea</div><div>Feed it to 'em, stomach empty</div><div>Look at her fifty stab wounds, hit her with ten</div><div>Droppin' the knife, then pickin' it up, then shiv her again</div><div>Deliver it to the meat grinder, makeshift grade weed finder</div><div>Dig her back up, eat the eyes up</div><div>Beat your wife up, keep the knife cut</div><div>I got decay, put it to your face, piece releasin'</div><div>I bury your face deep to the sea creatures' region</div><div>I'm knee deep in your niece's feces</div><div>Right of the pee screamin' finger up, back from the guts, eat these</div><div>You can look at me, I'm three people</div><div>One of em axe murderer, one of em cat burglar, other one pure evil</div><div>Lil' Ripgut 'bout to pick it up and then rape shit, sake shit</div><div>Alcohol and razor blade kit... (Let's rip it!)</div><div><br /></div><div>Every single day I take a fetus with me (eat it!)</div><div>Every single day I take a fetus with me (eat it!)</div><div>Every single day I take a fetus with me (eat it!)</div><div>Every single day I take a fetus with me (eat it!)</div><div>Every single day I take a fetus with me (eat it!)</div><div>Every single day I take a fetus with me (eat it!)</div><div>Every single day I take a fetus with me (eat it!)</div><div>Every single day I take a fetus with me (eat it!)</div><div><br /></div><div>[Bleezo:]</div><div>Frequent, with a black ski mask and a knife!</div><div>The freak hazardous type</div><div>Got sick habits to beat rappers, deceased afterlife</div><div>I'll sneak in your pad and catch you while you sleep stab you twice</div><div>And with no knee pads knee pads I'll tea bag your wife!</div><div>Nigga, I breathe gass in the mic</div><div>No 2 Chainz, but I be in the trap with bean bags all right</div><div>Did I mention G-Macc, I hope you got a beast appetite</div><div>Spit at nuts and guts and chunks of human meat slabs tonight...!</div><div>I eat the beat alive, I'm a mic vulture</div><div>Play all my money, I carve you niggas like an ice sculpture</div><div>My mind's kinda bipolar</div><div>I'm a high roller, eye swoler</div><div>I'll probably stab a bitch before the night's over</div><div>My flow's dope bitch, I rhyme yola</div><div>I be eatin' niggas like side orders, when I ride on 'em</div><div>A scoundrel</div><div>Run up in your household with a scalpel and scalp you</div><div>For one hundred thousand and counting, I suicide note'cha</div><div><br /></div><div>Every single day I take a fetus with me (eat it!)</div><div>Every single day I take a fetus with me (eat it!)</div><div>Every single day I take a fetus with me (eat it!)</div><div>Every single day I take a fetus with me (eat it!)</div><div>Every single day I take a fetus with me (eat it!)</div><div>Every single day I take a fetus with me (eat it!)</div><div>Every single day I take a fetus with me (eat it!)</div><div>Every single day I take a fetus with me (eat it!)</div><div><br /></div><div>[Brotha Lynch Hung:]</div><div>Everybody 'bout to get chopped up</div><div>Meat grinder, heat finder, we find her</div><div>Puttin' her up in the cut, with a couple of razors up in her butt</div><div>Ya boy be fucking it up, and there ain't nobody that can touch</div><div>I ain't lyin' nigga, I'm Kobe Bryant in the clutch</div><div>Grrr, Mask and the Knife</div><div>Run up in your house, nigga, and I'm slashin' your wife</div><div>Kidnappin' your infants, I'm rippin' shit, I get into shit</div><div>Run up on 'em, gun up on 'em, I won upon 'em, sickle sick! (Grr)</div><div>Kill a nigga like cancer if he think about fucking with me</div><div>Sticking a .50 caliber up the gut, hit the kidneys</div><div>Rapin' a nigga, scrapin' a nigga off the plate</div><div>I think my brain is off the slate</div><div>(Ay nigga, ay, come here nigga) Altercate</div><div>Running through niggas like Walter Payton</div><div>Dead wife at the altar waiting</div><div>Grr, splitting the cleavage, I got the meat cleaver</div><div>Cuttin' em up when I eat people!</div><div><br /></div><div>Every single day I take a fetus with me (eat it!)</div><div>Every single day I take a fetus with me (eat it!)</div><div>Every single day I take a fetus with me (eat it!)</div><div>Every single day I take a fetus with me (eat it!)</div><div>Every single day I take a fetus with me (eat it!)</div><div>Every single day I take a fetus with me (eat it!)</div><div>Every single day I take a fetus with me (eat it!)</div><div>Every single day I take a fetus with me (eat it!)</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4479723281473714620.post-36341918464817296562024-03-21T22:26:00.000-07:002024-03-21T22:26:12.343-07:00Meat Cleaver lyrics - Brotha Lynch Hung<div>Comin' with the meat cleaver, cut her in the neck, leave her</div><div>Put her on the ground like a beaver, see, um</div><div>Yeah, I'm comin' to get her, run up and get her with a machete</div><div>They comin' to get her without the liver, nigga</div><div>With a meat cleaver, leavin' the street bleedin'</div><div>Heapin' a heat seeker, nigga, I speak ether, he 'bout to leak feces</div><div>Wipin' up the streets with him, get 'em (Grr!)</div><div>Reminiscent of Waco</div><div>Take hoes and put 'em in a box, tomatoes</div><div>I hate 'em, cook 'em in Crisco and I filleted 'em and ate 'em</div><div>Filleted 'em and ate 'em, bakin' potatoes</div><div>Hot totty, stickin' a fork in a hot body</div><div>Hittin' the porch like a botched robbery</div><div>Not sorry, I'm the nigga hotter than hot coffee, nigga</div><div>Shittin' with no potty, mommy</div><div>Tell 'em I'm a sicko, psycho</div><div>Tell 'em I'mma hit the night though</div><div>Tell 'em I'm nitro</div><div>Tell 'em I'mma growl like motorcycle</div><div>Wrappin' 'em up like a tight rope (Grr!)</div><div>My brain is empty, I can't think, I'm insane, I'm simply</div><div>Sick in the head, get in the bed, I'm a murderer</div><div>Mannibal, cannibal, niggas really never heard of him</div><div><br /></div><div>He's a meat doctor</div><div>Put her in the pot, made it hot, then I chopped her</div><div>I was floatin' in the air helicopter (Cocaine!)</div><div>Put butter in the pot then the hot sauce</div><div>Yeah, a lot of motherfuckers wanna talk stuff</div><div>All shocked when somebody else Glock pop</div><div>And they layin' in a box</div><div>Mannibalector right up in the grass, Operation Foxtrot</div><div>He's a meat doctor</div><div>Put her in the pot, made it hot, then I chopped her</div><div>I was floatin' in the air helicopter (Cocaine!)</div><div>Put butter in the pot then the hot sauce</div><div>Yeah, a lot of motherfuckers wanna talk stuff</div><div>All shocked when somebody else Glock pop</div><div>And they layin' in a box</div><div>Mannibalector right up in the grass, Operation Foxtrot</div><div>He's a meat doctor</div><div>Put her in the pot, made it hot, then I chopped her</div><div>I was floatin' in the air helicopter (Cocaine!)</div><div>Put butter in the pot then the hot sauce</div><div>Yeah, a lot of motherfuckers wanna talk stuff</div><div>All shocked when somebody else Glock pop</div><div>And they layin' in a box</div><div>Mannibalector right up in the grass, Operation Foxtrot</div><div><br /></div><div>Hey, yeah</div><div>I'mma get deeper</div><div>Creepin' up in yo' backyard with a meat cleaver</div><div>Either you or your wife are 'bout to get it</div><div>Shoelace, choke the neck, coke and ex</div><div>It's like open sex, broke the neck</div><div>Then I put a body in a back of the Lex</div><div>I got a bad habit (Doin' what?)</div><div>Stickin' my dick in a corpse</div><div>Rippin' and pickin' apart</div><div>Simply gettin' a car</div><div>Yeah, nah, better do it (Grr!)</div><div>I'mma rip right through 'em</div><div>Cut 'em in half, bloodin' that ass when I chew 'em</div><div>Choppin' 'em up and then I get a brand new one (Grr!)</div><div>And I always love it, I just jack off when I'm thinkin' of it</div><div>You better back off, I'mma heat the oven</div><div>I'm like Jack Frost and my teeth is ugly</div><div>You just that soft, but the beef is lovely</div><div>Reheat that shit, then I eat that shit (Then what you do?)</div><div>Then repeat that shit, then repeat that shit, then repeat that shit</div><div>Nigga, better let the cops know</div><div>I keep more meat than they keep at Costco's</div><div>They don't really want it, cookin' 'em up in a pot slow</div><div>I'm a mini Roscoe's chicken and waffles</div><div><br /></div><div>Fuckin' doors locked... Hey! Oh, man, y'all come in. Hey. Hey! Are... Are you sucking your son's dick?! Bitch, you're sucking your son's dick, bitch?! You stupid bitch! Get the fuck out of my house!</div><div><br /></div><div>He's a meat doctor</div><div>Put her in the pot, made it hot, then I chopped her</div><div>I was floatin' in the air helicopter (Cocaine!)</div><div>Put butter in the pot then the hot sauce</div><div>Yeah, a lot of motherfuckers wanna talk stuff</div><div>All shocked when somebody else Glock pop</div><div>And they layin' in a box</div><div>Mannibalector right up in the grass, Operation Foxtrot</div><div>He's a meat doctor</div><div>Put her in the pot, made it hot, then I chopped her</div><div>I was floatin' in the air helicopter (Cocaine!)</div><div>Put butter in the pot then the hot sauce</div><div>Yeah, a lot of motherfuckers wanna talk stuff</div><div>All shocked when somebody else Glock pop</div><div>And they layin' in a box</div><div>Mannibalector right up in the grass, Operation Foxtrot</div><div><br /></div><div>I don't know, fuckin' around and put your brains in a bowl</div><div>I'mma be comin' with it, insane in the dome</div><div>Thinkin' of murdering meat when I came in yo home</div><div>Mannibalector, three more dead, got blood on my necklace</div><div>These all said, I can eat it for breakfast</div><div>Eat raw lead, then I put it on record</div><div>Cut niggas up, sector by sector</div><div>Next to her dead: first cousin and nephew</div><div>Next to her head: bloody intestines</div><div>Next to her bed: other intestines</div><div>The rest is history, it ain't shit to me</div><div>All I'm thinkin' 'bout is gettin' the meat and I'mma eat</div><div>The next day get to creepin' on and I'mma beatin' on 'em</div><div>Next day Texas Chainsaw</div><div>When I eat yo brains raw</div><div>Come around a corner with a chainsaw</div><div>Cutting some things off</div><div>And feed 'em to the fans while I'm rippin' the stage off</div><div>I'm on another page, nigga, rip that page off</div><div>Locc to da brain, nigga y'all just ate some</div><div>I'm the Strangla, I'm like Adolf</div><div>Fuckin' around and get yo brains ate off</div><div>Cuttin' the town up and then made off</div><div><br /></div><div>He's a meat doctor</div><div>Put her in the pot, made it hot, then I chopped her</div><div>I was floatin' in the air helicopter (Cocaine!)</div><div>Put butter in the pot then the hot sauce</div><div>Yeah, a lot of motherfuckers wanna talk stuff</div><div>All shocked when somebody else Glock pop</div><div>And they layin' in a box</div><div>Mannibalector right up in the grass, Operation Foxtrot</div><div>He's a meat doctor</div><div>Put her in the pot, made it hot, then I chopped her</div><div>I was floatin' in the air helicopter (Cocaine!)</div><div>Put butter in the pot then the hot sauce</div><div>Yeah, a lot of motherfuckers wanna talk stuff</div><div>All shocked when somebody else Glock pop</div><div>And they layin' in a box</div><div>Mannibalector right up in the grass, Operation Foxtrot</div><div>He's a meat doctor</div><div>Put her in the pot, made it hot, then I chopped her</div><div>I was floatin' in the air helicopter (Cocaine!)</div><div>Put butter in the pot then the hot sauce</div><div>Yeah, a lot of motherfuckers wanna talk stuff</div><div>All shocked when somebody else Glock pop</div><div>And they layin' in a box</div><div>Mannibalector right up in the grass, Operation Foxtrot</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4479723281473714620.post-47416773536920170092024-03-21T22:25:00.001-07:002024-03-21T22:25:42.628-07:00I Give Up lyrics - Brotha Lynch Hung (feat. COS)<div>I give up</div><div>I give up</div><div>I give up</div><div>I give up</div><div>I give up</div><div><br /></div><div>[Brotha Lynch Hung:]</div><div>I give up [10x]</div><div><br /></div><div>Yeah a fuck rap!!!</div><div>'Til I own my own shit</div><div>I rather hide in ya closet</div><div>An think about ya kids while they sleepin' the crib</div><div>Just to make ya mad I been bad</div><div>I don't know what fuck I been thinkin in my head (damn)</div><div>It's like I never stay sober I just drown in it</div><div>My nigga I gotta just off I just pound in it pound in it</div><div>I really feel like I'm doin this shit for nothing</div><div>Make a album in three weeks and it'll a be tight if ya lucky</div><div>And I do it for the fans 'cause they love strange music</div><div>And it's really gettin close before I'm throwin up the deuces</div><div>I just did a three album trilogy, George Lucas</div><div>An I only got a litlle bit left to pour into it</div><div>And then the gas tank is empty with no station</div><div>An I know a full a hand of emcees that won't say it</div><div>Money is the root of all evil ya'll keep tryin</div><div>Got you lyin to yourself</div><div>When ya'll keep lyin</div><div><br /></div><div>I give up</div><div>I give up</div><div>I give up</div><div><br /></div><div>[COS:]</div><div>I give it up on it all together</div><div>I show 'em my love they think it's tougher than leather</div><div>I show 'em my struggle I just show 'em my hand</div><div>Shits like a puzzle I don't fit in no plans</div><div>No I ain't fit no Muslim</div><div>I try to stick what I can</div><div>They threw a nigga overboard</div><div>This how I swam</div><div>'Cause this who I am</div><div>A high school dropout, convicted felon</div><div>You ever saw ya mom walked out and just keep bailin</div><div>In the mean time they sellin me dreams</div><div>I put my heart on the line</div><div>I rip it right out my sleeves</div><div>Before the heart overwind, just the feelin between</div><div>'Cause when I'm slope, it don't bother me</div><div>I oughtta be screamin' how theses nightmares come when I'm dreamin'</div><div>You think I live on em street the way they got me wakin up bleedin'</div><div>And these voices yellin' at me tellin I need to feed 'em</div><div>When they fuckin me so raw, I should be drownin and semen</div><div><br /></div><div>I give up</div><div>I give up</div><div>I give up</div><div><br /></div><div>[Brotha Lynch Hung:]</div><div>See, supeshes in the house but ya'll don't know about that (shit)</div><div>You the reason why we go on the road an get so much dap</div><div>We the reason the fans understand about our life</div><div>See they go though the same ass shit!! They just like us</div><div>Damn we gettin love in the game thanks to strange</div><div>(Oh wee) we like Drew Brees niggas Saints in the game</div><div>But I don't get no losses ain't 0 and 3</div><div>I eat my meat real fresh it ain't molded meat</div><div>I know the season just started, but I'mma bring the heat</div><div>And if this is my last album I won't be surprised</div><div>But if I do a couple more an I don't get the prize</div><div>I'll never be the motherfucker that'll sing defeat</div><div>I give up!!!</div><div>I'm sick of this, burnin me like a syphilis</div><div>I'm about to disappear niggas call me menso fliks</div><div>A Rob Rebecc I'm done take that to the hood</div><div><br /></div><div>I give up</div><div>I give up</div><div>I give up</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4479723281473714620.post-77087416210330289702024-03-21T22:25:00.000-07:002024-03-21T22:25:09.240-07:00Instruments (Skit) lyrics - Brotha Lynch Hung<div>[Brotha Lynch Hung (G-Smooth):]</div><div>It's ya boy—yeah, we here</div><div>(What's up wit' it, cuz?)</div><div>What's up, boy?</div><div>(Shit, what's good wit' it, cuz?)</div><div>Yeah, man—finally got here, man</div><div>(Yeah, how was the trip?)</div><div>Ah, the ride was cool, it was cool</div><div>(That's what's up)</div><div>What you watchin', fool?</div><div>(Ah man, this little documentary, you know'm'sayin'?</div><div>It ain't nothin' really)</div><div>Yeah man, I was just wanna see what you got</div><div>Wanna see what you got</div><div>(Yeah, you know I got some new shit I told you about, ya'mean?)</div><div>Let's check it out</div><div>(Yeah, we can go down here)</div><div>It's hot out here—DAMN!</div><div>(Yeah)</div><div>Where you get all this shit from? This what I'm talkin' about right here</div><div>(Yeah, just a couple little new ones, man</div><div>Yeah, I got these right here, man, call 'em the Twins)</div><div>Yeah, I'll take that; I'll take that</div><div>(Yeah, and then I got this, come with the extendo with the night vision scope, you know, military shit)</div><div>Uhh, that's hard, hard, hard—see, I want that too, yeah</div><div>(Alright, fa sho)</div><div>You still dealin' with that shit—you still dealin' wit' it?</div><div>(Yeah, yeah, but it ain't nothin', man, you know—it's over in a minute)</div><div>I had to deal wit' it too—what's that?</div><div>(Ah, this that close-up shit though, you'naw'mean? For that close-up action)</div><div>Uhh, it got a case wit' it?</div><div>(Yeah yeah, already, all black)</div><div>Uhh, that's what I'm talkin' about</div><div>(Yeah, this one of my favorites)</div><div>Yeah, I need that, and that, and those two things right there, man</div><div>That shit's cool</div><div>(Yeah, it ain't nothin', it ain't nothin')</div><div>That's all I need, all I need</div><div>(Alright, fa sho)</div><div>Ay man, I ain't go no bag or nothin', man—I didn't even wanna take no bag on the plane</div><div>(I feel you—it's nothin', I already got you, right here)</div><div>Alright, cool, cool—I'm headed to the lab right now</div><div>Gotta peep out the label and all that shit, so…</div><div>(Alright)</div><div>I'll just call you later</div><div>(What you say, cuz?)</div><div>Nah, I'll just call you later</div><div>(Okay, yeah, that's what's up, cuz)</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4479723281473714620.post-63087844927857383442024-03-21T22:24:00.000-07:002024-03-21T22:24:35.823-07:00Stabbed lyrics - Brotha Lynch Hung (feat. Tech N9ne & Hopsin)<div>[Brotha Lynch Hung:]</div><div>You know how people be sayin' that I, uhm</div><div>Talk to dead bodies, uh, uh, everybody say that</div><div>Are you dead? Nah, fuck it, you don't have to say nothin'</div><div>Anyway, any-, you attack Tech for nothin'</div><div>Hopsin go through that same shit</div><div>Aight, we gon' handle this</div><div>You want somethin' to eat?</div><div>Aight, get you somethin' to eat</div><div>Or you might be eaten!</div><div><br /></div><div>Niggas in Sacramento don't want it with me</div><div>Tuckin' a .50 cal, should get me now, I'm 51-50</div><div>I bet a nigga won't try me, I like to fry 'em up</div><div>Line 'em up, bring 'em in front of me, I'ma dye 'em up</div><div>I put his nuts in a bag and send it to mommy</div><div>And have her yellin', "What's in the bag?", I'm a tsunami</div><div>Niggas attackin' my label get wrapped in a cable</div><div>I'm back in the stable and I'm killin' 'em, crackin' an Eggo</div><div>(Grrr!) Mad-ass, bad-ass, everybody be wantin' to have that, nah-that</div><div>Givin' me somethin' to stab at, yeah-that</div><div>I'ma be huntin' they ass back (Brrat-brrat!)</div><div>I'ma be somethin' to deal with, real shit</div><div>See the only way I eat is if I kill shit</div><div>Me and Tech and Hopsin gon' pop 'em</div><div>Put 'em right in the lake, "Hey, don't drop 'em"</div><div>Told 'em not to fuck with us, nigga</div><div><br /></div><div>[Brotha Lynch Hung & Tech N9ne:]</div><div>Niggas' about to get stabbed (Grrr!)</div><div>Niggas' about to get stabbed (Errrrrr!)</div><div>Niggas' about to get stabbed (Grrr!)</div><div>Niggas' about to get stabbed (Errrrrr!)</div><div>Niggas' about to get stabbed (Grrr!)</div><div>Niggas' about to get stabbed (Errrrrr!)</div><div>Niggas' about to get stabbed (Grrr!)</div><div>Niggas' about to get stabbed (Errrrrr!)</div><div><br /></div><div>[Tech N9ne:]</div><div>He said he wanted K.O.D. to come do this... Ok</div><div>People don't feel me, I think I'm really Michael Myers</div><div>You think it's silly, not givin' a fuck until the psycho fires</div><div>When I go higher, you said to me, "Why do you need a rifle, sire?"</div><div>My pill is to kill a man, I'm illin', yeah, snipe your eye, I light your fire</div><div>Leave us, now he's after Jesus-ah</div><div>Happy Holidays, I am f'ing Ebenezer-hah</div><div>Oh, what a teaser, he was not a bleeder</div><div>But you need to believe that I feed, I'm eager-hah, hah</div><div>Yeah, I heard what he said</div><div>He ain't able to spit another verse when he dead</div><div>Burnt a nigga, serve him the curb then he bled</div><div>With Bourbon, I swerve to put his virgin into bed!</div><div>(Cha!) Yeah (Cha!), you niggas gotta be kiddin' me, not even hittin' me</div><div>'Bout to get your bodily stiff and thee ought to be kissin' me ass bad</div><div>That'll be sad because the nigga's about to get stabbed, jab!</div><div>Why do they persist, Lynch?</div><div>When they know that we'll kill 'em all</div><div><br /></div><div>[Brotha Lynch Hung & Tech N9ne:]</div><div>Niggas' about to get stabbed (Grrr!)</div><div>Niggas' about to get stabbed (Errrrrr!)</div><div>Niggas' about to get stabbed (Grrr!)</div><div>Niggas' about to get stabbed (Errrrrr!)</div><div>Niggas' about to get stabbed (Grrr!)</div><div>Niggas' about to get stabbed (Errrrrr!)</div><div>Niggas' about to get stabbed (Grrr!)</div><div>Niggas' about to get stabbed (Errrrrr!)</div><div><br /></div><div>[Hopsin:]</div><div>I was brought up as a man that loved to laugh</div><div>Greetin' everybody with a handshake (Hello)</div><div>Until I built a fan base, now I gotta deal with</div><div>Groupie niggas I run into every damn day! (Rampage)</div><div>I swear to God I'm hopin' to leave a niggas rib cracked</div><div>How the fuck they find out where I live at?</div><div>Motherfuckers all up in my business every minute</div><div>When I be chillin' with women they be comin' up tryin' to chitchat</div><div>Get back!</div><div>Oh, shit, what the fuck did I get into?</div><div>No autographs, I'm tryin' to chill with my friends, dude</div><div>Yeah, don't surround me, I can't move</div><div>Can't you see I'm tryin' to get to my vehicle? Please let the man through!</div><div>I ain't feelin' no sorry and I finna go hit up my nigga Lynch</div><div>I'ma borrow a knife and startle the lives of anybody buggin' me</div><div>I don't know if I'ma kick 'em or cut 'em, man, it's hard to decide</div><div>I'ma start to devise a method of deadly weapons</div><div>No question about it, you run up then you gon' get affected</div><div>Go step in the ring if you fools dare to</div><div>You gon' second-guess on takin' a picture with me 'cause you too scared to</div><div>(Aight, ayy, hold up my, nigga, ayy) What's up, man</div><div>(You nigga Hop, right?) Yeah</div><div>(The white contacts skating on a skateboard)</div><div>Ayy, I gotta go real quick (Can I get a picture with you, my-?)</div><div>Nah, man, get outta my—, get the fuck out of my face, fool!</div><div><br /></div><div>[Brotha Lynch Hung & Tech N9ne:]</div><div>Niggas' about to get stabbed (Grrr!)</div><div>Niggas' about to get stabbed (Errrrrr!)</div><div>Niggas' about to get stabbed (Grrr!)</div><div>Niggas' about to get stabbed (Errrrrr!)</div><div>Niggas' about to get stabbed (Grrr!)</div><div>Niggas' about to get stabbed (Errrrrr!)</div><div>Niggas' about to get stabbed (Grrr!)</div><div>Niggas' about to get stabbed (Errrrrr!)</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4479723281473714620.post-37230760587458842162024-03-21T22:22:00.000-07:002024-03-21T22:22:55.449-07:00Body On The Floor lyrics - Brotha Lynch Hung<div>Mr. Can-opener Mouth</div><div>Sir. Chew a nigga up quick</div><div>I'm a syphilis dick (Ah)</div><div>Nobody can fuck with</div><div>Bloody pussy lips</div><div>Yes I gotta lick it</div><div>I'm coming to your town</div><div>Please buy a ticket</div><div>Been ripping up guts</div><div>But I'm still on this Crip shit</div><div>Staying with my motherfucking Season of da Siccness</div><div>Kill an infant</div><div>Before it's an infant</div><div>I'm giving you my ten cents</div><div>Might have to go to killin' cuz I'm tired of this bitch shit!</div><div>Run up in your house nigga</div><div>All you hear is click click (boom)</div><div>Bloody in the asshole</div><div>Raping all you bitches</div><div>All of you niggas is listening</div><div>But none of y'all niggas gets it</div><div>Mr. Diarrhea nigga</div><div>All I do is shit shit</div><div>All I do is Crip shit</div><div>Pull it out and nut in it</div><div>Mannibalector pissing</div><div>R Kelly bitches</div><div>Body smelling vicious and get to stinking up the kitchen</div><div>Must've been fucking a dead body cause my pubic hairs is itching</div><div><br /></div><div>There's a body on the floor</div><div>There's a body on the floor</div><div>There's a body on the floor</div><div>There's a body on the floor</div><div>There's a body on the floor</div><div>There's a body on the floor</div><div><br /></div><div>I gets to fucking it and cutting it</div><div>Cooking it and slicing it</div><div>Eating it and shitting it</div><div>Season of Da Siccness</div><div>I'm red hot</div><div>I should make my new name 'Syphilis'</div><div>Ask her if she ever got cannibal teeth bit in clitoris</div><div>I spit venom quick</div><div>Black mamba</div><div>Giving niggas the sickness 'til I'm dead like my mamma</div><div>My life's been something like a horror flick drama</div><div>So why you think I left a whole family in the sauna?</div><div>Body parts looking like spaghetti sauce, comma</div><div>No evidence, period</div><div>My gas goin up, Obama</div><div>Mommy you should have left me</div><div>Killing's my recipe</div><div>Not accessory to</div><div>Ran up in your house</div><div>Forehead dot, Hindu</div><div>I burn bread nigga</div><div>That's why I call it grilled cheese</div><div>Put a bitch in the back of the trunk</div><div>Roll up a blunt, I call it kill trees</div><div>Worse than an alligator attack</div><div>Chop em up to alligator soufflé now</div><div>Later I put em up in a zip-lock knapsack</div><div>I got a body in a knapsack</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4479723281473714620.post-65539005391910175612024-03-21T22:16:00.000-07:002024-03-21T22:16:26.567-07:00Have You Checked The Children? (Skit) lyrics - Brotha Lynch Hung<div>[Lauren Brinson (Brotha Lynch Hung):]</div><div>Hello</div><div>(Have you checked the children?)</div><div>You obviously have the wrong number</div><div>Why do you keep calling me?</div><div>(Why haven't you checked the children?)</div><div>What? Stop calling me</div><div>(Hey, I love that bra you have on)</div><div>How could you possibly know—what?</div><div>(Because I'm in your closet, bitch!)</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4479723281473714620.post-17448128827523457392024-03-21T22:15:00.000-07:002024-03-21T22:15:29.067-07:00Sweeney Todd lyrics - Brotha Lynch Hung<div>[Lauren Brinson:]</div><div>The demon barber Sweeney Todd is the English boogieman, the character older children call upon to frighten their friends and younger children</div><div>Unruly youngsters are cautioned against misbehaving with threats of being attacked by Sweeney, and served up in a meat pie</div><div><br /></div><div>[Brotha Lynch Hung:]</div><div>Y'all better be high when y'all hear this</div><div>This shit is a little different</div><div>(Bring the bass)</div><div><br /></div><div>Okay, let me spit this scripture</div><div>After I kill a nigga I pull out the phone and take a quick picture</div><div>Niggas call me Sweeney Todd 'cause I cut 'em up and make Philly steaks</div><div>Bend the bones and they really break, then refrigerate, I'm a sixer</div><div>I saw some shit when I was six and it got my head fucked up</div><div>Told my mama homegirl played with my dick (I'm serious, son)</div><div>And it felt sick, then about six minutes later it got thick</div><div>Then I been nuttin' on their faces ever since</div><div>I think I'm missin' the brain</div><div>I be sewin' up skin suits and hangin' 'em up in the closet</div><div>The rest, I throw that bitch in the bay</div><div>I really should keep takin' my Prozac</div><div>'Cause I'll make your door wet in a throwback jersey, Tony Dorsett</div><div>Baby's mamas suckin' their kid's dick is what I witness</div><div>I slit that bitch in the wrist when I seen that shit, God is your witness</div><div>I watched her bleed all over the couch, then the bitch start screamin'</div><div>So I put the duct tape all over her mouth, after death, start eatin'</div><div>Shit, I'm a motherfuckin' barber</div><div>With a straight razor and I'm the reason they keep findin' things in the harbor</div><div>I brag about it, wrote letters to the police, I don't give a fuck</div><div>I put that nine-millimeter to your head before they lock me up</div><div>I know, you lookin' for them tight rhymes in the night time</div><div>I shine and I spit harder than a pipeline when I write mine</div><div>So I ain't worried about your light lines, nigga</div><div>I just want your lifeline, for some reason your raps sound just like mine</div><div><br /></div><div>Okay, let me spit this scripture</div><div>Niggas want me to fall and you can see it like a picture</div><div>I throw it like a pitcher, you can catch it like a back catcher</div><div>Hit you up in the helmet, the ref won't like it, that's suspected</div><div>Strip 'em butt-naked, eat it for breakfast, bitch, I cut them sections up</div><div>You don't believe it, but they're up in the freezer, they're all sectioned up</div><div>I like meat, I just started eatin' vegetables</div><div>Hit 'em with the AK-47, now he's a vegetable</div><div>See, ready, set, go, behead 'em, family, let go</div><div>I'm about to let Tech know, then we 'bout to wet cess, oh!</div><div>Then I'm 'bout to have sex, oh! Then I'm 'bout to slit necks, no!</div><div>Then I'm 'bout to get wet</div><div>I'm a hostile and it's possible that I cut you up so much</div><div>That it ain't no need for the hospital</div><div>Math couldn't even make you logical</div><div>You tryin' to fuck with me, that's who, that's why your whole roster broke</div><div>So many can take this wrong, I better watch my back</div><div>These niggas'll pop at me, but nigga, I'll pop right back</div><div><br /></div><div>Strange Music, in the house</div><div>Smokin' weed, all day</div><div>Get ready, fully loaded</div><div>Your boy Spider-Man</div><div>Seven on the motherfuckin' beat</div><div>And of course, Rob Rebeck, you nah'mean?</div><div>Shout outs to Tech N9ne, Kutt Calhoun, Krizz Kaliko, Stevie Stone</div><div>Cali Bear Gang, Tall Cann G, COS</div><div>Special shout out to my nigga Mellow Yellow</div><div>And my nigga Hopsin for gettin' on the tracks with me</div><div>G-Macc, Trizz, ¡Mayday!, Irv Da Phenom, my nigga G-Smooth</div><div>You nah'mean? Hold up</div><div>Chaplin Studios</div><div>Thank you for havin' me back</div><div>You nah'mean?</div><div>It's your boy, aka Spider-Man, in the motherfuckin' house</div><div>And I'm out.. and I'm out</div><div>And I'm out</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4479723281473714620.post-52692386979307244172024-03-21T22:14:00.000-07:002024-03-21T22:14:35.032-07:00Dead Bitch lyrics - Brotha Lynch Hung<div>See I'm finna get butt naked (grrr)</div><div>I don't know what happened, see I just saw a house</div><div>An a lady up in the backroom</div><div>An a cocaine had me dizzy I was also off that wet cigarettes</div><div>So I don't know that gon' do, givin' a nigga a permanent tattoo</div><div>I spit poison, niggas call chem trails</div><div>I mobb deep, nigga, I think I got sickle cell</div><div>Anyway, got to stay focused, got make sure this bitch gon smell</div><div>I'mma cut the head off, send it to myself in the mail</div><div>Bitch, it ain't no helpin' to yell, you gon make it quicker bitch</div><div>Chewing muscles like licorice, you wanted to die you'll get yo wish you bitch</div><div>Human meat is my favorite dish, and I kill bitches for kicks</div><div>(Grrr)</div><div>I'm a tyrannosaurus rex, unpredictable I don't know what victim's door next</div><div>Get the stick in you torso or more so, cut'em up it was the main course tho</div><div>Zippin' 'em up an lockin' 'em up in the zip lock cloth</div><div><br /></div><div>I did'n know (now I'm talkin' to a dead bitch)</div><div>I did'n know (now I'm packin' up a dead bitch)</div><div>I did'n know (now I'm shippin' off a dead bitch)</div><div>I did'n know (I don't be trippin' off a dead bitch)</div><div>I did'n know (I was talkin' to a dead bitch)</div><div>I did'n know (I was buttfuckin' a dead bitch)</div><div>I did'n know (I was eatin' out of a dead clit)</div><div>I did'n know (now I'm nuttin' on a dead bitch)</div><div><br /></div><div>(Grrr)</div><div>Now I'm smokin' on some loud, head up in the clouds</div><div>An I get to the gas station, ride hella miles</div><div>Put the body somewhere</div><div>Cut up the bodies nigga, I'm leave one there and one there</div><div>It was sum like a nightmare, kiss her and slit nigga</div><div>I don't fight fair or might there</div><div>I told you I be high</div><div>24/7 always hella drunk and ready to die</div><div>Turnt up</div><div>Sum's wrong with my head I might be burnt up</div><div>Brain cells goin' extra innings the game all long</div><div>Twelve o' clock midnight I'm running through ya house</div><div>Opposites is quiet as a mouse, we in ya hall way</div><div>An I'm eye rapin' the garage I waited all day</div><div>Scratchin' at ya dress with a knife</div><div>After I'm done it's about to be a messenger tonight</div><div>Kept runnin (runnin), the bitch she made a left and a right</div><div>And you can tell by the smell it's a murder session tonight</div><div><br /></div><div>I did'n know (now I'm talkin' to a dead bitch)</div><div>I did'n know (now I'm packin' up a dead bitch)</div><div>I did'n know (now I'm shippin' off a dead bitch)</div><div>I did'n know (I don't be trippin' off a dead bitch)</div><div>I did'n know (I was talkin' to a dead bitch)</div><div>I did'n know (I was buttfuckin' a dead bitch)</div><div>I did'n know (I was eatin' out of a dead clit)</div><div>I did'n know (now I'm nuttin' on a dead bitch)</div><div><br /></div><div>I did'n know (now I'm talkin' to a dead bitch)</div><div>I did'n know (now I'm packin' up a dead bitch)</div><div>I did'n know (now I'm shippin' off a dead bitch)</div><div>I did'n know (I don't be trippin' off a dead bitch)</div><div>I did'n know (I was talkin' to a dead bitch)</div><div>I did'n know (I was buttfuckin' a dead bitch)</div><div>I did'n know (I was eatin' out of a dead clit)</div><div>I did'n know (now I'm nuttin' on a dead bitch)</div><div><br /></div><div>Come here bitch</div><div>Open the door! Ma!</div><div>Ma! Open the door</div><div>You lock the</div><div>Open the door!</div><div>Open the door bitch!</div><div>Ha..now...I...told...you...I...was...gon....fuckin....kill...come in...fuckin...kill...you...you...fuckin...bitch!</div><div>This Travis</div><div>A Trav damn man, I think I just killed my mom man</div><div>You, you</div><div>Naw, naw I ran up in there man and this lady I saw her</div><div>Lynch!</div><div>I was high and everything man just fuckin killed her man</div><div>Slow down, slow down</div><div>I got her in the closet, I got her in the closet bro I just fuckin did it I stab her and</div><div>Lynch! Lynch!</div><div>What! What! I just killed her man I ran up in the house man I did even give a fuck</div><div>I was so high man what, what!</div><div>Lynch man your mother been dead for years what are you talkin about man</div><div>What! What!</div><div>Your mom, your mom been dead for years I..I...don't understand is this a what are you talkin</div><div>About man</div><div>Are you fuckin serious, well a fuck it I'mma do this then! Fuck it!</div><div>Lynch, Lynch! You there...alright man...ah...yeah</div><div>Strange music!</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4479723281473714620.post-67265946907274423032024-03-21T22:13:00.000-07:002024-03-21T22:13:52.223-07:00Blood All Over Me lyrics - Brotha Lynch Hung<div>Blood all over me [9x]</div><div>Grrrrrr, grr</div><div>Blood all over me</div><div>Grrr, grrrr</div><div><br /></div><div>I was walking down the street with, blood all over me</div><div>Saw her in the park, cut her up, split ovaries</div><div>Crept up in the dark from the roof right over these</div><div>Last three minutes I, learned how to murder</div><div>Jumped up in the shower with, blood all over me</div><div>Took it in the dark I was fuckin' up, it's close to three</div><div>Right up in the heart with a knife I tote a 3</div><div>57 please don't make me burn this body, ya</div><div><br /></div><div>You can picture it like a picture on Instagram</div><div>I got cooking utensils, I can make you instant ham</div><div>Now I'm runnin' around with, blood all over me</div><div>Shit I'm with Strange, I got bloods that roll with me</div><div>Grrrr, we got Tech N9ne, Kalikos</div><div>You can get cut too, body left in Stevie Stone</div><div>Yellin' out, "Mayday", lookin' for some cess</div><div>Since 1983 your nigga been lookin' for success</div><div>Shit, shit it didn't happen now there's, blood all over me</div><div>Runnin' down the street with, blood all over me</div><div>Had to let the heat spit, now it's all over the streets</div><div>I spit nasty, throwin' up all over the beat</div><div>Nobody catch me, baby girl know the police, ha ha</div><div>I'll be out the same night looking for the meat</div><div>Try it! Taking a bath in some blood</div><div>With some wine glasses and candles that's why they call me Mannibal</div><div><br /></div><div>I was walking down the street with, blood all over me</div><div>Saw her in the park, cut her up, split ovaries</div><div>Crept up in the dark from the roof right over these</div><div>Last three minutes I, learned how to murder</div><div>Jumped up in the shower with, blood all over me</div><div>Took it in the dark I was fuckin' up, it's close to three</div><div>Right up in the heart with a knife I tote a 3</div><div>57 please don't make me burn this body, ya</div><div><br /></div><div>Next day I'm in the car with, blood all over me</div><div>Nu, nu, now I'm feeling funny 'cause the blood all over me</div><div>My little brothers bangin' nigga, blood all over me</div><div>The, the, the younger me roll way different then the older me</div><div>Back then, it was real easy to get a hold of me</div><div>Right now niggas better really get a load of me, grrr</div><div>I got a huntin' knife it came with a shoulder piece</div><div>You pointin' the finger but no (No) I didn't kill your niece</div><div>I gotta run it right, wash off when I'm done at night</div><div>I'm way opposite like, having a sun at night</div><div>I cut the body in half, wrap it up in a bag</div><div>Yeah I done it right, learned from the right</div><div>I drink Bud Wiser and cut eye lids up</div><div>You should try this stuff, I'mma fry ribs up, grrr</div><div>And I mean what I say, finger paintin' blood in your hallway, hallway</div><div><br /></div><div>I was walking down the street with, blood all over me</div><div>Saw her in the park, cut her up, split ovaries</div><div>Crept up in the dark from the roof right over these</div><div>Last three minutes I, learned how to murder</div><div>Jumped up in the shower with, blood all over me</div><div>Took it in the dark I was fuckin' up, it's close to three</div><div>Right up in the heart with a knife I tote a 3</div><div>57 please don't make me burn this body, ya</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4479723281473714620.post-88275758268774677992024-03-21T22:12:00.000-07:002024-03-21T22:12:59.082-07:00FBI lyrics - Brotha Lynch Hung (feat. Tall Cann G & Gsmooth)<div>I just cut another body up</div><div>And I had to get it out</div><div>So, I cook it up and I ate it up</div><div>And then I shit it out</div><div>Black bag full of bones</div><div>I'm gonna glad when I get ten thousand</div><div>Put that bag in the back of the couch</div><div>And jump inside of the shower for an hour</div><div>Then hop in and ride back to the south</div><div>See, I figured my niggas love me</div><div>But I'm gonna get them to hide me out</div><div>Shit, I'm gonna live inside that house</div><div>Then when the shit clear up</div><div>I clear out</div><div>Jump in the river</div><div>I'm the king of Sacramento</div><div>Numbers don't lie</div><div>Please put that in yo mental</div><div>Jeans up, hoes down</div><div>And I got blood all over my clothes now</div><div>Twenty-four people saw me</div><div>Twenty-four more get chopped to raw meat</div><div>Aw, wow</div><div>Cops about to come with that forensics</div><div>Meta-examiners can't figure me out</div><div>They think I just been sick</div><div>(Grr) Swallowin' Prozak you know that</div><div>Leaving niggas stuffed like</div><div>Leavin' niggas dead with toe-tags</div><div>They call 'em the FBI, but that mean "First Body Identified"</div><div><br /></div><div>(FBI) Choppin them bodies up</div><div>(FBI) F..B</div><div>(FBI) Choppin they mommy up, F...B</div><div><br /></div><div>(FBI) Choppin them bodies up</div><div>(FBI) F..B</div><div>(FBI) Choppin they mommy up, F...B</div><div><br /></div><div>(FBI) Choppin them bodies up</div><div>(FBI) F..B</div><div>(FBI) Choppin they mommy up, F...B</div><div><br /></div><div>You wanna keep your head on your shoulders?</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4479723281473714620.post-46102570630606854902024-01-09T07:46:00.000-08:002024-01-09T07:46:37.211-08:00Brotha Lynch Hung other songs:<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a 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Productions)</i></div><div><br /></div><div>Hey doom niggas</div><div>Come get drunk with me</div><div>Is it alright?</div><div><br /></div><div>See what you don't know is</div><div>I'm a 5150 a schizo in the mist</div><div>I keep my pistol in my grips</div><div>You disappear like extra clips</div><div>If you fuck with me</div><div>Good luck with me</div><div>I'm buck 50</div><div>Don't worry about trouble 'cause</div><div>I brought the truck with me</div><div>And I got the cowl 50</div><div>That's the only thing I trust lately</div><div>That and my babies</div><div>'Cause they ain't old enough to turn on me</div><div>After it's [?]</div><div>Like these paper-plate-ass niggas</div><div>And these lying-ass bitches</div><div>All I need is me</div><div>The rest of you all can die in these ditches</div><div>I be a broke motherfucker</div><div>Trenchcoat motherfucker</div><div>Cut throat plus I'm motherless</div><div>And your stomach can't stomach this</div><div>My stomach is rumbling</div><div>'Cause I'm hungry</div><div>Confused and half-dead and one of 'em</div><div>Them dark-broom niggas</div><div>Spark the room niggas</div><div>Start to finish niggas</div><div>Then my heart diminish niggas</div><div>So let's start it then finish it then back to the start</div><div>I used to sing to myself in the dark</div><div>Cry in the dark kill in the dark it's all the same</div><div><br /></div><div>Sometimes I get so high</div><div>That's how I cope with life</div><div>When things ain't going right I'm frustrated</div><div>Fuck you for judging me</div><div>Mind yours and let me be</div><div>Why can't you niggas see I'm frustrated</div><div><br /></div><div>My attitude is shitty</div><div>When I ain't got no motherfucking money</div><div>When I'm hungry</div><div>And can't put a damn thing in my stomach</div><div>What's frustrating</div><div>I'm having problems with my old lady</div><div>And lately she been against me and hating</div><div>Saying fuck it</div><div>I got to keep it ruggish and thuggish</div><div>Mean mugging kissing and hugging</div><div>I ain't got time for that fucking dumb shit</div><div>It's time to kick it and get it twisted</div><div>With my homies and some bitches</div><div>That's the deal</div><div>Everybody straight fucking</div><div>It's fucked up when a big-mouth slut</div><div>Fucks it up for the rest of us</div><div>She's a cousin to us</div><div>Nobody wants to fuck with her</div><div>She's the ugly one</div><div>I hate pussy, eating bitches</div><div>I believe pussy belong to dick</div><div>And you already know I hate the fuck out of faggots</div><div>Powderpuff, twinkle toes, catch blows to the nose</div><div>I don't think God meant for niggas</div><div>To bump big heads and take it up the asshole</div><div>Got to keep it real</div><div>No longer debating</div><div>This is how I feel</div><div>I'm upset and frustrated</div><div><br /></div><div>Sometimes I get so high</div><div>That's how I cope with life</div><div>When things ain't going right I'm frustrated</div><div>Fuck you for judging me</div><div>Mind yours and let me be</div><div>Why can't you niggas see I'm frustrated</div><div><br /></div><div>I'm fixin to knock shit out the box</div><div>And be a rabid dog</div><div>Bounce bitches off walls</div><div>Kill 'em all</div><div>'Cause I been strugglin like a tug of war</div><div>Since I was born in this wicked ass world</div><div>Now it's time to let loose and get the juice</div><div>Showin the steel toed boots</div><div>And flip the loops</div><div>Avoiding all obstacles</div><div>Well face 'em head up</div><div>Nigga man up</div><div>What the fuck</div><div>You scared or what</div><div>I hit the bottom when my pops died</div><div>What fucked me up most is when moms cried</div><div>Had to keep my composure (hold it in)</div><div>Don't let her be holder (emotionless)</div><div>Be a soldier</div><div>Now I been tryin to do this music thing</div><div>For years and big money ain't came</div><div>But I'm tryin to be patient</div><div>I'm still waiting</div><div>'Bout to break up and shake up shit</div><div>'Cause it's frustratin</div><div><br /></div><div>Shit man I'm tired of bein so motherfucking broke</div><div>If I wasn't so broke</div><div>I could take care of my mama and my kinfolk</div><div>But I'm just stuck out here</div><div>By my damn self</div><div>Thought I had family out here</div><div>But they done fucked me</div><div>Didn't even use no Vaseline, none</div><div>Ass still hurtin</div><div>Trust in motherfuckers</div><div>Rollin around with homies</div><div>You know what I'm sayin</div><div>Thinkin they hard thinkin they down</div><div>Flake out like some corn flakes</div><div>Kellogg's-ass niggas</div><div>Man a nigga like me just can't work at no motherfucking 9-5 job</div><div>Got the motherfucking boss fucking off</div><div>And I'm doin most of the work gettin paid bullshit</div><div>I come in there on time and do my shit and I still get paid shit</div><div>Don't even have enough money to pay my motherfucking rent</div><div>I gotta do a little hustle</div><div>Shit man, there's a black and a white side</div><div>Is there a gray area?</div><div>I'm lookin for it</div><div>Every time it seems like I'm gonna come up</div><div>Something always slaps me in the face</div><div>Whether it be a Po-Po or a fucking ho</div><div>Ho ass niggas not these hoes</div><div>I trust no bitch</div><div>Done learned that a long time ago</div><div>Wish I had my motherfucking pappy with me next time</div><div>And give a nigga some knowledge</div><div>Teach a nigga something</div><div>That nigga flaked off when I was 13</div><div>Ho ass motherfucker</div><div>And if I find you I'm a whup yo ass too nigga</div><div>Tired of bein broke</div><div>Worried about my mamma and things</div><div>Thinkin about homies that's dead and gone up in the pen</div><div>Motherfuckers that's fixin to go to the pen I just see it</div><div>Feels like I'm just wastin my breath for some of the homies though</div><div>I just don't even know what to do no more man</div><div>Man fuck this shit</div><div>Fuck it, I'm through</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4479723281473714620.post-4743462333119962602024-01-09T07:44:00.001-08:002024-01-09T07:44:35.594-08:00I See Dead Rappers lyrics - Brotha Lynch Hung<div>What happens when we die?</div><div>We return to the place that we came from</div><div>I don't remember where I came from</div><div>Nor do I</div><div>If I wanted to kill somebody, I'd get this boot and I'd beat you to death with it, and I wouldn't feel a thing. It'd be just like walking to the drugstore</div><div><br /></div><div>[Brotha Lynch Hung:]</div><div>I see dead rappers</div><div>Daddy got a problem, you don't act right</div><div>Bitch if you was my daughter, I would say you was off the crack pipe</div><div>But that's my confession, should've watched the ID channel at random and now you in the bed with the IV</div><div>You told me when you left, you was going with Tiny, but Tiny just called, you said I can't find me</div><div>I was going 90, 20 minutes later, I was hiding under the bed, now you can't find me</div><div>You shoulda never made it where you sleep alone, you shoulda got the pistol when you hung up the phone</div><div>I slit ya fucking throat and put ya head in the closet, I gave it all away like a money deposit</div><div>You shoulda never told me where you keep the loan, so now I'm bout to eat you like a Al Capone</div><div>Put your brain in the oven for din-din, a win-win, and I would like to chew on your [?] with a grin-grin</div><div>Now I'm gonna wait in the kitchen, my stomach's still growling I'm waiting for you to come in-in</div><div>My stomach's still growling I'm waiting for you to come in-in, I see your GPS, you should be here by 8:10</div><div>Now you know you're sweating like a 350 engine, oh I see your lights pulling up in the driveway, I say, butcher knife, I eat it my way</div><div>Kick your wife and your kids put 'em in MySpace, pretty little box, that I keep in my wine safe</div><div>Cut your fucking back, get you down to the throat, start to nut, at the driveway, hop in the ride, start it up</div><div>I don't have to get bloody but if I do have to get money</div><div>I will hide around the corner with the knife ready to cut better get running</div><div>I can pull up money then [?] gotta get it to where I don't have to get hit you with the meat cleaver I don't matter it don't matter cause I see her chopped up like a meat chuck with the heat stuff</div><div>I don't give a fuck but 'em in the back of the truck</div><div><br /></div><div>And tell him if he had that swords, I just reach and take the sword and pull 'em down his feet! And I pay attention when I'm talking to you! That's where it comes from, it didn't come from no fucking book. Stand up or I'll knock your fucking brains out, ya dig what I'm saying? Handcuff the son of a bitch down there and let me I'll show you how I interrogate the motherfucker, ya dig what I'm saying? I'll reach in your brain and tear your fucking soul out and throw it on the floor!</div><div><br /></div><div>I smell, wait hold up, I see dead people</div><div>3 dead people, murder up to the 1st degree</div><div>BBQ people, like a picnic get ya wig split, I'mma motherfucking monster with it, sick with liquid spit, Sicx did this, I was dead a long time ago, eating rappers heads off like I was smoke all kinds of dope</div><div>Grr, anaconda, give a nigga all kind of trouble</div><div>Another rapper fucking with me, must be some kind of joke</div><div>Ha ha, nigga I'm a dinosaur, Jurassic get ya head twisted off after I do a whole line of coke</div><div>Goddammit I'm high, bout to rip a nigga from the spine, eat out his insides</div><div>I got a Activision, 4D like a television, that's the action, leaving ya whole family missing</div><div>You can't find 'em cause I'm cooking 'em in the kitchen</div><div>Never mind, I already done the dishes</div><div><br /></div><div>I see dead rappers</div><div>I see dead rappers</div><div>I see dead rappers</div><div>I see dead rappers</div><div>I see dead rappers</div><div>I see dead rappers</div><div><br /></div><div>Like that</div><div><br /></div><div>[Charles Manson:] Nobody</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0