Mannibalector (2013)




















Krocadil lyrics - Brotha Lynch Hung

Worms go in, worms go out
... little bugs coming out her mouth

Chop 'em up, chop 'em up, chop 'em up, chop 'em up
Cut 'em up, cut 'em up, cut 'em up, cut 'em up
I don't be givin' a motherfuck, red dead bodies in the truck
Time to get another truck
This is my last time, sicker than the ass virus
It's been a bad night, it's, it's finna pass by us
I heard he was a cannibal
I heard he take the skulls and eat 'em up like a cantaloupe
I heard he eat the human meat like humans eat the animal
See how they talk about me? I'm about these antidotes
Painkillers, Prozac, muscle relaxers, trust me, my back hurts
Insane in the membrane, nigga, my brain might be on backwards
I'm a get back to work, kill 'em and put 'em in a cardboard box
Brains in a basket
Rumor has it I lock like a mastiff and I got enough zip-lock plastic
Give a nigga that hip hop casket, who can put 'em in a zip-lock fastest?
Me! That's who, shit get thick like a molasses

I'm a get 'em and put 'em in somethin' sinister
Dennis, you motherfuckin' menace, I'm 'bout to finish 'em
When does a cannibal, mannibal, animal finish up? I don't know

I just hate the way things are, I fuckin' hate the music now
Rappers needs to get smacked, show 'em they ain't useful now
They one-hitter quitters, skinny-jean niggas
R&B singers, I'm a krocadil meat eater

I just hate the way things are, I fuckin' hate the music now
Rappers needs to get smacked, show 'em they ain't useful now
They one-hitter quitters, skinny-jean niggas
R&B singers, I'm a krocadil meat eater

Rip 'em up, rip 'em up, rip 'em up, rip 'em up
Cut 'em up, cut 'em up, cut 'em up, cut 'em up
I be givin' the liver disease, killin' 'em
Turnin' they insides to raw hide, grillin' 'em
This is what happened, I wrapped him up in some plastic
And took 'em home for the acid bath, it was so funny, I have to laugh
These niggas ain't eatin' meat, I beat 'em then leave
Takin' 'em out for cheap, I'm a put that body up
Blood stains in the motel lobby
I'm a probably cut Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday
I'm an all-day nut, Friday, Saturday and Fools' Day
I'm a put the 9 milli to your toupee
Clock 'em out, Friday is a new day
Cut 'em out, spread the body over two states
Two labels, nigga, two chains
Butcher knife in a black backpack
In a black Cadillac, make 'em take a catnap
I get raw like Eddie Murph, nigga, have your family hurt, nigga
I put family first, nigga, fuck around and make it worse, nigga
(Push him out the door) Put him in a hearse, nigga

I'm a get 'em and put 'em in somethin' sinister
Dennis, you motherfuckin' menace, I'm 'bout to finish 'em
When does a cannibal, mannibal, animal finish up? I don't know

I just hate the way things are, I fuckin' hate the music now
Rappers needs to get smacked, show 'em they ain't useful now
They one-hitter quitters, skinny-jean niggas
R&B singers, I'm a krocadil meat eater

Rappers needs to get smacked, show 'em they ain't useful now
They one-hitter quitters, skinny-jean niggas
R&B singers, I'm a krocadil meat eater

Eat 'em, eat 'em, eat the guts up [12x]
Eat 'em [14x]
Eat the guts up!

I just hate the way things are, I fuckin' hate the music now
Rappers needs to get smacked, show 'em they ain't useful now
They one-hitter quitters, skinny-jean niggas
R&B singers, I'm a krocadil meat eater

I just hate the way things are, I fuckin' hate the music now
Rappers needs to get smacked, show 'em they ain't useful now
They one-hitter quitters, skinny-jean niggas
R&B singers, I'm a krocadil meat eater

Bacon N Eggs (Skit) lyrics - Brotha Lynch Hung

"Is this what you want?"
"Nah! Nah I want cheese on it. Like you always do!"
"That's what I said!"
"Yeah, yeah. Nah! Nah. Just look out the window: ain't nobody here."
"Yo?"
"Hey, Trizz. Where you at, nigga?"
"Yeah. I—I'll be there nigga—"
"You said you were gonna be here, man. Come here now, man!"
"Yeah, I know, I know. Hey, can you take care of that for me?"
"It's done, it's done!"
"Alright, no problem. I'm close. I'm real close."
"Oh, are you close?"
"Yeah, man. I'm hella close, I'll be there, I'll be there."
"Yeah."
"You rushing me, man..."

MDK lyrics - Brotha Lynch Hung (feat. Trizz)

Murder, death, kill, we hungry
Murder, death, kill, we hungry

[Brotha Lynch Hung:]
And I got bodies in the trunk, some of that cayenne pepper
Midnight just passed, better keep your eyes on Lecter
I'm hidin' in your closet with a machete and trash bags
Spaghetti your insides, get ready, I been died
Dead like a zombie
Backpack full of that crack that'll make you go hug mommy
Mo' drugs on me
I'm too nice, but don't make me get that butcher knife 'cause I do slice
Television say I'm a monster, they look at me like I'm Ed Gein, guts in a box, red scene
And givin' bitches head drama, I'm way worse
I scrape the skin off your back and make a human skin purse
Cuttin' this meat, Strange is invited to eat

Murder, death, kill, we hungry
Murder, death, kill, we hungry
Murder, death, kill, we hungry
Murder, death, kill, we hungry

Murder, death, kill, we hungry
Murder, death, kill, we hungry
Murder, death, kill, we hungry
Murder, death, kill, we hungry

[Trizz:]
Ey, Lynch, is that a blunt? Roll that
Lace it with the cocaine, a nigga need to smoke that
Forgot to take my Prozac, I'm tryin' to get my zone back
Shakin' and twitchin', ready to kill a nigga, oh snap!
I feel alone to myself, so depressing
Stressed out, hectic, come close and get yo' neck slit
Reckless, rippin' shit out and give it as the message
Guts on your doorstep, wake ya up for breakfast
Send it out to Lynch for Dinner and a Movie
Had the cops confused when they investigate, who, me?
Fuck jail, them niggas gon' have to shoot me
Goin' down fightin' on trial if they sue me
Fire up this doobie, spit a bloody loogie
Ripguts, look what drugs do to me
Somebody better save ya, sodomize and rape ya
Bitch, pick your face up and hand it to the strangla

Murder, death, kill, we hungry
Murder, death, kill, we hungry
Murder, death, kill, we hungry
Murder, death, kill, we hungry

Murder, death, kill, we hungry
Murder, death, kill, we hungry
Murder, death, kill, we hungry
Murder, death, kill, we hungry

[Brotha Lynch Hung:]
Watchin' a bitch scream, yeah, buddy, it wasn't as bloody as it seems
When it comes to killin' I'm a motherfucking fiend
Catch me in the corner with your mother sucking spleen
Bath salt nigga I pound the asphalt nigga
Wrap you up in duck tape, and put you in the bottom of the river
But this time I was sniffin' cocaine, suicidal
12 gauge pointed at my head, Kurt Cobain
What you watchin' get 'em up, got 'em up
Shit you talking, shit 'em up, cut 'em up
I be havin' bad dreams and I want brains
And I'm about to rape your daughter I'm insane
A midnight killer, like it's a fucking video game
And I need my own show, 'cause I be cooking the game up
Like saute, all they, crew Wolf Gang Puck
I'm raping and fuckin' the beat, nigga, gang fuck
Cutting this meat and Trizz is invited to eat

Murder, death, kill, we hungry
Murder, death, kill, we hungry
Murder, death, kill, we hungry
Murder, death, kill, we hungry

Murder, death, kill, we hungry
Murder, death, kill, we hungry
Murder, death, kill, we hungry
Murder, death, kill, we hungry

[Trizz:]
I hope you got my plate ready 'cause it's time to eat
Clean all the blood off my face now it's time to sleep
Move quick with the swift I'm a fucking ghost
Treat bitches like my weed, get choked in smoke
Fuck my exes 'cause I done been played twice
Now I'm trying to cut up them bitches using my steak knife
Take the A-1 sauce and pour it on their ass
Light a match, set it off, fire up the gas
Have my new bitch join us for dinner
Tell Lynch to call his girl, now we all up in her
Rip shit, grip shit nigga this the sickness for instance
I kill bitches for attention
My idea of fun is fucking dead bodies
The devil's inside me, this motherfucker's hidin'
Satan's taking over me, God what's gotten over me?
I hope my angels don't leave who else is gonna roll with me?

Murder, death, kill, we hungry
Murder, death, kill, we hungry
Murder, death, kill, we hungry
Murder, death, kill, we hungry

Murder, death, kill, we hungry
Murder, death, kill, we hungry
Murder, death, kill, we hungry
Murder, death, kill, we hungry

Disappeared lyrics - Brotha Lynch Hung

They disappeared, no COD
Don't trust nobody, this shit is weird
This shit is real, I have to own it
At any moment, they could be on me
They have to die, at least in my eyes
I'm so surprised, I open my eyes
I seen it all, they think I ball
I'll never fall, not as far as y'all

Them bodies gon' disappear
I'mma rip 'em in half, gettin' the last word in
I'mma sit in the back of the car at her job
When she get in the car, I'mma attack her jaw
I'mma cut up the face and put on her face and
Walk out the house with a machete like Jason
Kill her whole family, Botox facelift
Nobody, no case, no body, no face
Barbecue, cocaine, I'mma rape your taste
I mean, I'mma rape your mouth, bitch! I'mma take guts out
And I'mma put 'em in the oven, yeah, I'mma eat that, love it
And won't you close your legs? I'mma hold up the plate like, "Bitch, you late"

They disappeared, no COD
Don't trust nobody, this shit is weird
This shit is real, I have to own it
At any moment, they could be on me
They have to die, at least in my eyes
I'm so surprised, I open my eyes
I seen it all, they think I ball
I'll never fall, not as far as y'all

We in your neighborhood like speed bumps, nigga
And I got that bloody face, sippin' on that Seagrams, nigga
And you want that season, nigga, where is that season, nigga?
I'm a misfit and I spit shit like I just got the fever, nigga
And I stay lit like Michael Irvin at receiver, nigga
Plus, I smoke like a chimney, enemies get ate
Fuck all the hate you were sending me, we straight
Even if these niggas steadily leaving, nigga
These niggas just teething, nigga
They don't wanna get in the ring with Ali
I might be leavin' 'em bleedin', no I.D.
Body chopped up, I'm leavin' in my keys
Nigga, I hack up yo' bitch, what's up?

They disappeared, no COD
Don't trust nobody, this shit is weird
This shit is real, I have to own it
At any moment, they could be on me
They have to die, at least in my eyes
I'm so surprised, I open my eyes
I seen it all, they think I ball
I'll never fall, not as far as y'all

Fucced Up (Skit) lyrics - Brotha Lynch Hung

[Dave Weiner:]
Hey, Lynch, it's Dave
Yo, that ending was crazy, man
I knew you would come with some crazy shit
But wow, that's fucced up
And when you ... wait a minute
Hold ... dude, that doesn't even make sense
Dude, Lynch, call me, man

Eating You lyrics - Brotha Lynch Hung (feat. ¡MAYDAY!)


[Brotha Lynch Hung:]
Okay, now that we're here, I can finally tell you guys, what
What I brought you here for
So, but first of all, cheers to Strange, toast, glasses up
Alright, alright this is how it went

I saw her in the woods by herself I had a knife
Perfect opportunity to take another life
Unfortunately I'm fucking ya kids instead of your wife
She was over 18 so she could make her own decisions
Sacramento born so she knew I probably visit
What is it a blizzard? Nigga I'll cut her up with the scissors
Laid the skin out on the table able to stretch it
Picture a nigga bathing in blood and butt naked
I met her at the studio I put her my record
Told her I'd give her an ass cap if she turned that ass backwards
I lifted up the black skirt, stuck a N9ne in her
Pulled the trigger
Now she gone and you eating her for dinner
I never would have told y'all
But I love y'all niggas
Told her my tour bunk was right above y'all niggas
She really wanted to see y'all
But I met her first
She told me she had a ¡MAYDAY! CD in her purse
I told her I was a Strange artist — she didn't believe it
I was staring at the ¡MAYDAY! tattoo on her cleavage
She also had a Tech N9ne tat on her ass cheek
Vaseline
She say she just got it done last week
I said Tech's too busy that's a long shot
See he in the north pole fucking an Eskimo slut
He said the pussy was cold and the rest was all cock
Felt like the pussy was dead kinda like a zombie
I gave her some of that Humboldt cookie bomb weed
She was higher than the space needle
I keep that shit almost everyplace we go
I started cutting up the arms and the legs
And I had the bags in the passenger seat
And a blunt in the ashtray
Now I'm driving down the freeway
Paranoid, hella wired and I was driving for 3 days
I almost dropped the body parts off at the truck stop
Hella tired
Like for 2 hours I sucked cock
I couldn't focus, eyes hella blurry, I can't stop
Going back to Cali ain't an option get caught by the cops
So I came to Kansas City just to talk to Trav
Y'all was on the next thing smoking now we eating meat
I'm on the news, did you see me on the I.D. channel
They got a story about me called bloody candles
They say I murdered hella people
And ate the bodies up
They had some 6 foot nigga play my body double fuck

[¡MAYDAY!:]
Yeah man, I swear he even looked like you man, I couldn't believe it
Yo w-what'd you put in this food man, this shit is fucking awesome B
I swear to god man this shit got me, I don't know man this shit got me feeling fucking good

[Wrekonize (Bernz):]
We really glad to be sitting at your table and break the bread with the Mannibal of Lector
And this animal flesh just a stab at the best and we expect no less from the gesture?
(Alright, and I seen her at the show of the day locked up what the fuck we eyed)
(This Morse Code tat with a flesh filled high and a pair of red socks that way up knee high, no lie)
This meal is fantastic, thanks for the invite Lynch
Cheers to Strange, too right, The Snake and Bats the shit
(Well Tech is fucking the Eskimos in the north pole
We bath saltin' in Miami where the whores are swole and snort blow)
We been all up on your cannibal shit, the cannabis twist
And now we on some mannibal shit, the mammals we get
We damage with the top of our fist an ice pick
Swing hard just to damn and the cliques Strange Music
(Ay that's what's up, I need an ass filleted in this booth)
(And this meat is a little too tough Brotha Lynch mighta been that you overcooked?)
But back to the matter at hand I know you damaged the fam, which might cause concern
But at the end of the day it's bros' before hoes', they don't ever seem to learn right Bernz
(Let's chew it, the girls came through and got more than she bargained for)
(She had a body that was so damn thick the bowels could rip apart your jaw)
(Scars, hard, this broad was playing backyard)
(So it's a shame you chopped her up Lynch but life is hard)
And I ain't her bodyguard, goddamn this steak is charred
Pass me the whiskey please brother, I need to ease the gods
But a demons claws, I scratch beneath the stars
And give 'em another reason to be up in needing sacrafeasts in large?

[Wrekonize & Bernz:]
So we thank you Brotha Lynch Hung for this invitation
And we forgive you for the fan of ours you mutilated
On behalf of all of us in ¡MAYDAY! here's our statement
We're down to roll with you no matter what the situation

[Brotha Lynch Hung (¡MAYDAY!):]
So, t-the moral, I mean
You know basically what I was trying to tell you guys
I mean I just wanna know am I crazy?
(Nah, nah, nah)
For, for eating human meat?
(Wait, wait? You were eating human meat right now?)
Did you guys, yeah.. you guys ate human meat
So, tell me what you think
(My stomach hurts...)
Ha hahahahaha human meat

Tha Package lyrics - Brotha Lynch Hung (feat. Yelawolf)

[Brotha Lynch Hung:]
I'mma call this nigga real quick
Mellow Yellow, it's ya boy Brotha Lynch Hung a.k.a. Spider-Man
Ey, I'm sendin' that package man
Uh, let me know when you get it
Hit me back, you already know my number

She makes me nut when I eat that pussy
I got that meat in my teeth
Nigga, I just cum when I see blood leakin'
I got that sickness disease

I'mma bring it back
I'mma hit 'em with something rippin' their guts up
Get-em and cut-em with the scissors
Nigga, I'm fucked up
Strange music, ain't nobody can touch us
One shot to the head, nigga you touched up
Niggas got it all mixed up, Rob Rebeck (Damn)
Now they all tied up by the sea-deck (Grrr!)
'Bout to hop in the boat and drop in the ocean
Oh, I'm killing and jacking off with the lotion (Grr!)
Straight Mannibalect
It ain't like that steel can't handle your neck
I get straight right to it
Put 'em in the back of the van
Once they're in the back of the van, nigga they're useless
I'm a sicko, psycho like Michael
I know, everybody be thinking I might blow
Any minute, I get ready to, I'm ahead of you
I'mma ever-ready, forever ready to let loose (Grr!)
I'm a monster nigga
Eat raw brains, I'mma hello and reap ya
Leave blood stains in the back of your pick-up
Waiting all night 'til I'm ready to get ya

Ay Mellow, Mellow I sent that package man
Please let me know when ya get it man
Hit my phone back

[Yelawolf:]
Slumerican shit!
Catfish Billy and I'm pullin' out Bacardi
'Bout to throw it in a bucket of (lemonade)
Steering up a 1955 Chevrolet, doing 99 on the (interstate)
Do I see the pigs in the rear view?
Yeah I do homie, but I'm looking like ("Anyway!")
If they pull me over
I'll be rollin' down the window with a mac in my lap
While I (grin and say:)
"Bitch I'm mean
Raw as a fish on a dish, when you sit to get Japanese"
Got a 10-pack in the trunk and I'm pullin' up to the trailer park (Let's go!)
I'mma need about 5 of them bitches
Hi little misses
Do you know about them hybrid sticks with
Buds lookin' like bubble-suds enriched with shrubs and stuff you could get a good buzz with?
You gotta love it!
Got a good plug in the islands, I been pricing a budget
If I get rid of these first 5 for about 9, I'll be sittin' on a pile of money
They gotta go, everything must go!
Catfish Billy got beans for the low, with chocolate chips (Mm mm!)
Hop-up in the spaceship
Let's dip clean and roll
Like 2.99, can I get a 3, can I get a 3.99, can I get a 4
Can I get a 4.55, can I get a 55, can I get a 4.55? (55 sold!)
Yeah officer
Runnin' this white-trash dope like a fuckin' auctioneer
Just so I can put a lift-kit on my fuckin' 4-wheeler, that's how I floss this shirt
Get bucked!

And I'm off like a fucking bandit, understand it
If you want me to pull the string, just give me your puppet under my hand
And I will tap-dance all over the stage for the cops while they stare at Pinocchio
Me and Brotha Lynch on some other shit
If you wanna hit, you can come and see me at the show, let's go!

And I'm off like a fucking bandit, understand it
If you want me to pull the string just give me your puppet under my hand
And I will tap-dance all over the stage for the cops while they stare at Pinocchio
Me and Brotha Lynch on some other shit
If you wanna hit, you can come and see me at the show, let's go!

Something About Susan lyrics - Brotha Lynch Hung (feat. Cos & Irv Da Phenom)

[Brotha Lynch Hung:]
I told you, hated the way you always used to leave me
I saw you at the club with that motherfucker Ci-Ci
I pulled up, you was in the front of the club
I saw another nigga hugging you you know I was tripping
I had to dip in, order me a dirty martini and best believe me
I really didn't want a bitch to see me
So I put on the spydie's took out my I.D. and
I have to keep the knife right behind me 'til ya by me
I was in the bathroom shaking the dick off when he came in
I wanted to pull out the N9ne milli and bash his brains in
Grr, you know how Brotha Lynch will do it
Walk up on a nigga with 2 blades and give a nigga 2 slits
Na, my main goal was the same ho
She used to let me put the Ruger up in the anal
I taught her all that shit now the next nigga benefacting
Irv take me to the hook I need an intermission

[Irv Da Phenom:]
I swear I love her, I never let her out of my sights
There's no more living if I ever let her out of my life
'Cause when she's not 'round it's just not right
You are my heart, I give you my all put nothing above the one that I love

[COS:]
Something 'bout Susan she keep my bed warm
I go to sleep with her then I wake up in the morn
Then she right by me side then we hop in the ride
With a bottle in my hand, that's how we drink and drive
85 on a 35, straight pushing
There's something 'bout Susan keep haters just looking
When the sun goes down, we dress up in all black
Matching outfits, she been down since way back
Back when I used to cook crack at the house
And even though she set ya boy in a cell a couple times that's my spouse
And I love her but I hate her, when she spit at other niggas
Put me in situations where she get at other niggas
Now she got the police asking questions looking for her
I'm 'bout to wrap her up and leave he on the river floor
I'm 'bout drown this chick in so much water like a moor
This my love train all aboard, 'til death do us

[Irv Da Phenom:]
I swear I love her, I never let her out of my sights
There's no more living if I ever let her out of my life
'Cause when she's not 'round it's just not right
You are my heart, I give you my all put nothing above the one that I love

[Brotha Lynch Hung:]
3 in the morning I can't sleep I'm having bad dreams
I keep seeing bad shit, this was a bad week
I had bad month, shit... I had a bad year
I had a bad life even before she came here
I used to tell them I was married to the music
And I never should've changed that
I Gotta get my strange back!
I used to write every morning and smoke hella weed
I used to be on the road, used to make hella cheese
And now I'm struggling broke
And you could tell I'm heated
Bringing bullshit in my life
And I don't really need it
I think I'm smoking too much
It's like suicide
I won't eat, won't shower
Between you and I
My trust is all fucked up
I'm ready to give the fuck up!
I'm ready to murder everything!
My life is all sucked up!
I'm tired of all this shit!
And now the next nigga benefited
Irv, take me to the hook
I need an intermission

[Irv Da Phenom:]
I swear I love her, I never let her out of my sights
There's no more living if I ever let her out of my life
'Cause when she's not 'round it's just not right
You are my heart, I give you my all put nothing above the one that I love

The River (Skit) lyrics - Brotha Lynch Hung

Nah, I was gonna bring home barbecue
Ay—goddammit—ay, man, they fuckin' with me
Let me call you back

What the fuck is this car doing out here this time of night?
Idiots
Yeah, we better check this shit out
Yeah, it's kinda dangerous right here—something's going on
License, insurance, and registration please
Yeah, I'll—it's right over here
So how much have you had to drink tonight?
Hold—is that—Mr. Mann
Mr. Mann
That's Mr. Mann right here. You recognize this guy, don't you?
Yeah, I recognize this—what can we get him for? Hey, whose car is this?
Yeah, it's mine, it's my car
Yeah right. You oughta be glad we don't carry the breathalyzer
Mr. Mann, whatever happened with all that?
You ain't got shit to do, man, fuck
Yeah, you got away from us before
We have a lot to do, Mr. Mann, like looking for killers
Yeah, you look like a killer
What are you doing out here, cat-fishing right now or something? Why are you out
Does it look like I got fish in my car?
Well, why are you on the levee road, Mr. Mann? I mean
Man, just check my paperwork, man
Alright, I'm gonna go run him
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
Funny
You have any coat hangers over there in the back seat?
You've been watching me for years, and all of a sudden
Where are all the coat hangers at, Mr. Mann?
You're not gonna believe this shit, huh, he checks out
Yeah, gimme my shit! Fuck, man
You better make sure all the lights are working on your car
We're gonna be watching you. We're gonna be watching you, Mr. Mann

Can I Have A Napkin? lyrics - Brotha Lynch Hung

Can I have a napkin?
I eat his insides out nobody knew what happened
I ran down the avenue, all red like Mack 10
Jailhouse shank tickle nigga he died laughing
Blue dickies bloodied up always keep 'em sagging
Head trauma, you couldn't even fix it up with aspirin
As if
Niggas wanna eat but I eat ask 'em
Nigga you wanna certified dope record cash 'em
That's why I'm strange on that ass I gotta passion
Only reason I spit like this nigga I drink acid
Modern-day Ca$his Roy Jones Mayweather
You couldn't tell me nothing 'bout sick nigga we stay together
Sleep in the same bed running through the same bread
Still spitting fire if you know the rap games dead grrr
I eat spaghetti intestines so I don't give a fuck about your funny ass tactics
And I don't wanna run up in your stomach
Pepto
All you other horrorcore rappers
Klepto
Run up in 'em
Cut 'em in the motherfucking neck though
No more rapping no need to use the techno
My rhymes like lead bullets leaving your set wet though
I challenge you motherfuckers I'm a broke nigga so let's go
Tech N9ne Sacramento cannibal I eat
Breath stink like human meat got pieces in my teeth
Can I get a toothpick?
Overdose on 24 pills that way you guilty motherfuckers know what the truth is
Niggas think they know me they're calling me a "OG"
Fuck all your sympathy nigga you can die slowly
Poisonous get your boys in this I take 'em by the dozen
Nigga I get devious that was my little cousin
Nigga I'm just sick in the head you thought I wasn't?
I'll make a nigga drink my piss guzzle n love it!

I might just eat your brains to see what's in your soul
I'm high drunk wet angry
They're gon' have to capture me I'm cooking 'em up in a factory
Nigga you're dead now
Nigga you're dead now

Can I have a napkin? Blood on my hands last night guess what happened
I beat the murder like Casey Anthony, saw grass cuttin' all ass and that's the meat
And if I ever show up at you church, dick out, ready to flirt, kicked out
I will see dead people in the church, this house
Now known as the murder scene, lyrical leader of the rest you you heard of me
I'll put your brains in a basket and take 'em to your grandma house in a cup of acid
He don't have to get bloody buddy, bitch drink this acid
I'm goin' to the car and coming back with a black plastic
As if horrorcore rappers want it with me
I've been eatin' human meat since you been sucking mama's titty
Speakin' of, seven help me rip these bitches speakers up
You're invited to my mind come on we can grub

I might just eat your brains to see what's in your soul
I'm high drunk wet angry
They're gon' have to capture me I'm cooking 'em up in a factory
Nigga you're dead now
Nigga you're dead now

Excuse me, can I have a napkin?
I'm drippin' like a vampire when he ain't rappin'
Nigga you a damn liar I'mma get to snappin'
They swell, cranium like a eggshell craccin'
Hey well that's how it goes all the time
You know Spider-Man he gotta put it in a rhyme
I eat rappers up, I admit, I eat swine
With a little squeeze from the lemon and lime
Me I hate women all the time (I really mean) exes
Dream about
Leaving 'em in the back of the Lexus
Cut throat legs spreaded open like Texas
Razor blade pussy lips nigga she died gasping
Murder without a motive it's ya boy I gotta passion
And I be puffin on that kush like Ashton, Sebastion
You don't wanna fuck around gattin
Music either I gotta couple of them fat ones

Mask And Knife lyrics - Brotha Lynch Hung (feat. G-Macc & Bleezo)

Ay my nig, is that some weed right there, my nig?
Let me hit that shit, man ya feel me? Pass that shit
Naw, this ain't weed, nigga, you know what this is
I don't know what it is
You see how shiny the cigarette is, nigga (hehehe)
Awww, that crippler dippler!
Roberto, let's do it again!

[G-Macc:]
Clear my throat, then I
Pull a butterfly knife out the back pocket chop it with a semi
Half of the body left in the closet
The other half in the cutlass with me
Wanna come back with the gonorrhea
Feed it to 'em, stomach empty
Look at her fifty stab wounds, hit her with ten
Droppin' the knife, then pickin' it up, then shiv her again
Deliver it to the meat grinder, makeshift grade weed finder
Dig her back up, eat the eyes up
Beat your wife up, keep the knife cut
I got decay, put it to your face, piece releasin'
I bury your face deep to the sea creatures' region
I'm knee deep in your niece's feces
Right of the pee screamin' finger up, back from the guts, eat these
You can look at me, I'm three people
One of em axe murderer, one of em cat burglar, other one pure evil
Lil' Ripgut 'bout to pick it up and then rape shit, sake shit
Alcohol and razor blade kit... (Let's rip it!)

Every single day I take a fetus with me (eat it!)
Every single day I take a fetus with me (eat it!)
Every single day I take a fetus with me (eat it!)
Every single day I take a fetus with me (eat it!)
Every single day I take a fetus with me (eat it!)
Every single day I take a fetus with me (eat it!)
Every single day I take a fetus with me (eat it!)
Every single day I take a fetus with me (eat it!)

[Bleezo:]
Frequent, with a black ski mask and a knife!
The freak hazardous type
Got sick habits to beat rappers, deceased afterlife
I'll sneak in your pad and catch you while you sleep stab you twice
And with no knee pads knee pads I'll tea bag your wife!
Nigga, I breathe gass in the mic
No 2 Chainz, but I be in the trap with bean bags all right
Did I mention G-Macc, I hope you got a beast appetite
Spit at nuts and guts and chunks of human meat slabs tonight...!
I eat the beat alive, I'm a mic vulture
Play all my money, I carve you niggas like an ice sculpture
My mind's kinda bipolar
I'm a high roller, eye swoler
I'll probably stab a bitch before the night's over
My flow's dope bitch, I rhyme yola
I be eatin' niggas like side orders, when I ride on 'em
A scoundrel
Run up in your household with a scalpel and scalp you
For one hundred thousand and counting, I suicide note'cha

Every single day I take a fetus with me (eat it!)
Every single day I take a fetus with me (eat it!)
Every single day I take a fetus with me (eat it!)
Every single day I take a fetus with me (eat it!)
Every single day I take a fetus with me (eat it!)
Every single day I take a fetus with me (eat it!)
Every single day I take a fetus with me (eat it!)
Every single day I take a fetus with me (eat it!)

[Brotha Lynch Hung:]
Everybody 'bout to get chopped up
Meat grinder, heat finder, we find her
Puttin' her up in the cut, with a couple of razors up in her butt
Ya boy be fucking it up, and there ain't nobody that can touch
I ain't lyin' nigga, I'm Kobe Bryant in the clutch
Grrr, Mask and the Knife
Run up in your house, nigga, and I'm slashin' your wife
Kidnappin' your infants, I'm rippin' shit, I get into shit
Run up on 'em, gun up on 'em, I won upon 'em, sickle sick! (Grr)
Kill a nigga like cancer if he think about fucking with me
Sticking a .50 caliber up the gut, hit the kidneys
Rapin' a nigga, scrapin' a nigga off the plate
I think my brain is off the slate
(Ay nigga, ay, come here nigga) Altercate
Running through niggas like Walter Payton
Dead wife at the altar waiting
Grr, splitting the cleavage, I got the meat cleaver
Cuttin' em up when I eat people!

Every single day I take a fetus with me (eat it!)
Every single day I take a fetus with me (eat it!)
Every single day I take a fetus with me (eat it!)
Every single day I take a fetus with me (eat it!)
Every single day I take a fetus with me (eat it!)
Every single day I take a fetus with me (eat it!)
Every single day I take a fetus with me (eat it!)
Every single day I take a fetus with me (eat it!)

Meat Cleaver lyrics - Brotha Lynch Hung

Comin' with the meat cleaver, cut her in the neck, leave her
Put her on the ground like a beaver, see, um
Yeah, I'm comin' to get her, run up and get her with a machete
They comin' to get her without the liver, nigga
With a meat cleaver, leavin' the street bleedin'
Heapin' a heat seeker, nigga, I speak ether, he 'bout to leak feces
Wipin' up the streets with him, get 'em (Grr!)
Reminiscent of Waco
Take hoes and put 'em in a box, tomatoes
I hate 'em, cook 'em in Crisco and I filleted 'em and ate 'em
Filleted 'em and ate 'em, bakin' potatoes
Hot totty, stickin' a fork in a hot body
Hittin' the porch like a botched robbery
Not sorry, I'm the nigga hotter than hot coffee, nigga
Shittin' with no potty, mommy
Tell 'em I'm a sicko, psycho
Tell 'em I'mma hit the night though
Tell 'em I'm nitro
Tell 'em I'mma growl like motorcycle
Wrappin' 'em up like a tight rope (Grr!)
My brain is empty, I can't think, I'm insane, I'm simply
Sick in the head, get in the bed, I'm a murderer
Mannibal, cannibal, niggas really never heard of him

He's a meat doctor
Put her in the pot, made it hot, then I chopped her
I was floatin' in the air helicopter (Cocaine!)
Put butter in the pot then the hot sauce
Yeah, a lot of motherfuckers wanna talk stuff
All shocked when somebody else Glock pop
And they layin' in a box
Mannibalector right up in the grass, Operation Foxtrot
He's a meat doctor
Put her in the pot, made it hot, then I chopped her
I was floatin' in the air helicopter (Cocaine!)
Put butter in the pot then the hot sauce
Yeah, a lot of motherfuckers wanna talk stuff
All shocked when somebody else Glock pop
And they layin' in a box
Mannibalector right up in the grass, Operation Foxtrot
He's a meat doctor
Put her in the pot, made it hot, then I chopped her
I was floatin' in the air helicopter (Cocaine!)
Put butter in the pot then the hot sauce
Yeah, a lot of motherfuckers wanna talk stuff
All shocked when somebody else Glock pop
And they layin' in a box
Mannibalector right up in the grass, Operation Foxtrot

Hey, yeah
I'mma get deeper
Creepin' up in yo' backyard with a meat cleaver
Either you or your wife are 'bout to get it
Shoelace, choke the neck, coke and ex
It's like open sex, broke the neck
Then I put a body in a back of the Lex
I got a bad habit (Doin' what?)
Stickin' my dick in a corpse
Rippin' and pickin' apart
Simply gettin' a car
Yeah, nah, better do it (Grr!)
I'mma rip right through 'em
Cut 'em in half, bloodin' that ass when I chew 'em
Choppin' 'em up and then I get a brand new one (Grr!)
And I always love it, I just jack off when I'm thinkin' of it
You better back off, I'mma heat the oven
I'm like Jack Frost and my teeth is ugly
You just that soft, but the beef is lovely
Reheat that shit, then I eat that shit (Then what you do?)
Then repeat that shit, then repeat that shit, then repeat that shit
Nigga, better let the cops know
I keep more meat than they keep at Costco's
They don't really want it, cookin' 'em up in a pot slow
I'm a mini Roscoe's chicken and waffles

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!

He's a meat doctor
Put her in the pot, made it hot, then I chopped her
I was floatin' in the air helicopter (Cocaine!)
Put butter in the pot then the hot sauce
Yeah, a lot of motherfuckers wanna talk stuff
All shocked when somebody else Glock pop
And they layin' in a box
Mannibalector right up in the grass, Operation Foxtrot
He's a meat doctor
Put her in the pot, made it hot, then I chopped her
I was floatin' in the air helicopter (Cocaine!)
Put butter in the pot then the hot sauce
Yeah, a lot of motherfuckers wanna talk stuff
All shocked when somebody else Glock pop
And they layin' in a box
Mannibalector right up in the grass, Operation Foxtrot

I don't know, fuckin' around and put your brains in a bowl
I'mma be comin' with it, insane in the dome
Thinkin' of murdering meat when I came in yo home
Mannibalector, three more dead, got blood on my necklace
These all said, I can eat it for breakfast
Eat raw lead, then I put it on record
Cut niggas up, sector by sector
Next to her dead: first cousin and nephew
Next to her head: bloody intestines
Next to her bed: other intestines
The rest is history, it ain't shit to me
All I'm thinkin' 'bout is gettin' the meat and I'mma eat
The next day get to creepin' on and I'mma beatin' on 'em
Next day Texas Chainsaw
When I eat yo brains raw
Come around a corner with a chainsaw
Cutting some things off
And feed 'em to the fans while I'm rippin' the stage off
I'm on another page, nigga, rip that page off
Locc to da brain, nigga y'all just ate some
I'm the Strangla, I'm like Adolf
Fuckin' around and get yo brains ate off
Cuttin' the town up and then made off

He's a meat doctor
Put her in the pot, made it hot, then I chopped her
I was floatin' in the air helicopter (Cocaine!)
Put butter in the pot then the hot sauce
Yeah, a lot of motherfuckers wanna talk stuff
All shocked when somebody else Glock pop
And they layin' in a box
Mannibalector right up in the grass, Operation Foxtrot
He's a meat doctor
Put her in the pot, made it hot, then I chopped her
I was floatin' in the air helicopter (Cocaine!)
Put butter in the pot then the hot sauce
Yeah, a lot of motherfuckers wanna talk stuff
All shocked when somebody else Glock pop
And they layin' in a box
Mannibalector right up in the grass, Operation Foxtrot
He's a meat doctor
Put her in the pot, made it hot, then I chopped her
I was floatin' in the air helicopter (Cocaine!)
Put butter in the pot then the hot sauce
Yeah, a lot of motherfuckers wanna talk stuff
All shocked when somebody else Glock pop
And they layin' in a box
Mannibalector right up in the grass, Operation Foxtrot

I Give Up lyrics - Brotha Lynch Hung (feat. COS)

I give up
I give up
I give up
I give up
I give up

[Brotha Lynch Hung:]
I give up [10x]

Yeah a fuck rap!!!
'Til I own my own shit
I rather hide in ya closet
An think about ya kids while they sleepin' the crib
Just to make ya mad I been bad
I don't know what fuck I been thinkin in my head (damn)
It's like I never stay sober I just drown in it
My nigga I gotta just off I just pound in it pound in it
I really feel like I'm doin this shit for nothing
Make a album in three weeks and it'll a be tight if ya lucky
And I do it for the fans 'cause they love strange music
And it's really gettin close before I'm throwin up the deuces
I just did a three album trilogy, George Lucas
An I only got a litlle bit left to pour into it
And then the gas tank is empty with no station
An I know a full a hand of emcees that won't say it
Money is the root of all evil ya'll keep tryin
Got you lyin to yourself
When ya'll keep lyin

I give up
I give up
I give up

[COS:]
I give it up on it all together
I show 'em my love they think it's tougher than leather
I show 'em my struggle I just show 'em my hand
Shits like a puzzle I don't fit in no plans
No I ain't fit no Muslim
I try to stick what I can
They threw a nigga overboard
This how I swam
'Cause this who I am
A high school dropout, convicted felon
You ever saw ya mom walked out and just keep bailin
In the mean time they sellin me dreams
I put my heart on the line
I rip it right out my sleeves
Before the heart overwind, just the feelin between
'Cause when I'm slope, it don't bother me
I oughtta be screamin' how theses nightmares come when I'm dreamin'
You think I live on em street the way they got me wakin up bleedin'
And these voices yellin' at me tellin I need to feed 'em
When they fuckin me so raw, I should be drownin and semen

I give up
I give up
I give up

[Brotha Lynch Hung:]
See, supeshes in the house but ya'll don't know about that (shit)
You the reason why we go on the road an get so much dap
We the reason the fans understand about our life
See they go though the same ass shit!! They just like us
Damn we gettin love in the game thanks to strange
(Oh wee) we like Drew Brees niggas Saints in the game
But I don't get no losses ain't 0 and 3
I eat my meat real fresh it ain't molded meat
I know the season just started, but I'mma bring the heat
And if this is my last album I won't be surprised
But if I do a couple more an I don't get the prize
I'll never be the motherfucker that'll sing defeat
I give up!!!
I'm sick of this, burnin me like a syphilis
I'm about to disappear niggas call me menso fliks
A Rob Rebecc I'm done take that to the hood

I give up
I give up
I give up

Instruments (Skit) lyrics - Brotha Lynch Hung

[Brotha Lynch Hung (G-Smooth):]
It's ya boy—yeah, we here
(What's up wit' it, cuz?)
What's up, boy?
(Shit, what's good wit' it, cuz?)
Yeah, man—finally got here, man
(Yeah, how was the trip?)
Ah, the ride was cool, it was cool
(That's what's up)
What you watchin', fool?
(Ah man, this little documentary, you know'm'sayin'?
It ain't nothin' really)
Yeah man, I was just wanna see what you got
Wanna see what you got
(Yeah, you know I got some new shit I told you about, ya'mean?)
Let's check it out
(Yeah, we can go down here)
It's hot out here—DAMN!
(Yeah)
Where you get all this shit from? This what I'm talkin' about right here
(Yeah, just a couple little new ones, man
Yeah, I got these right here, man, call 'em the Twins)
Yeah, I'll take that; I'll take that
(Yeah, and then I got this, come with the extendo with the night vision scope, you know, military shit)
Uhh, that's hard, hard, hard—see, I want that too, yeah
(Alright, fa sho)
You still dealin' with that shit—you still dealin' wit' it?
(Yeah, yeah, but it ain't nothin', man, you know—it's over in a minute)
I had to deal wit' it too—what's that?
(Ah, this that close-up shit though, you'naw'mean? For that close-up action)
Uhh, it got a case wit' it?
(Yeah yeah, already, all black)
Uhh, that's what I'm talkin' about
(Yeah, this one of my favorites)
Yeah, I need that, and that, and those two things right there, man
That shit's cool
(Yeah, it ain't nothin', it ain't nothin')
That's all I need, all I need
(Alright, fa sho)
Ay man, I ain't go no bag or nothin', man—I didn't even wanna take no bag on the plane
(I feel you—it's nothin', I already got you, right here)
Alright, cool, cool—I'm headed to the lab right now
Gotta peep out the label and all that shit, so…
(Alright)
I'll just call you later
(What you say, cuz?)
Nah, I'll just call you later
(Okay, yeah, that's what's up, cuz)

Stabbed lyrics - Brotha Lynch Hung (feat. Tech N9ne & Hopsin)

[Brotha Lynch Hung:]
You know how people be sayin' that I, uhm
Talk to dead bodies, uh, uh, everybody say that
Are you dead? Nah, fuck it, you don't have to say nothin'
Anyway, any-, you attack Tech for nothin'
Hopsin go through that same shit
Aight, we gon' handle this
You want somethin' to eat?
Aight, get you somethin' to eat
Or you might be eaten!

Niggas in Sacramento don't want it with me
Tuckin' a .50 cal, should get me now, I'm 51-50
I bet a nigga won't try me, I like to fry 'em up
Line 'em up, bring 'em in front of me, I'ma dye 'em up
I put his nuts in a bag and send it to mommy
And have her yellin', "What's in the bag?", I'm a tsunami
Niggas attackin' my label get wrapped in a cable
I'm back in the stable and I'm killin' 'em, crackin' an Eggo
(Grrr!) Mad-ass, bad-ass, everybody be wantin' to have that, nah-that
Givin' me somethin' to stab at, yeah-that
I'ma be huntin' they ass back (Brrat-brrat!)
I'ma be somethin' to deal with, real shit
See the only way I eat is if I kill shit
Me and Tech and Hopsin gon' pop 'em
Put 'em right in the lake, "Hey, don't drop 'em"
Told 'em not to fuck with us, nigga

[Brotha Lynch Hung & Tech N9ne:]
Niggas' about to get stabbed (Grrr!)
Niggas' about to get stabbed (Errrrrr!)
Niggas' about to get stabbed (Grrr!)
Niggas' about to get stabbed (Errrrrr!)
Niggas' about to get stabbed (Grrr!)
Niggas' about to get stabbed (Errrrrr!)
Niggas' about to get stabbed (Grrr!)
Niggas' about to get stabbed (Errrrrr!)

[Tech N9ne:]
He said he wanted K.O.D. to come do this... Ok
People don't feel me, I think I'm really Michael Myers
You think it's silly, not givin' a fuck until the psycho fires
When I go higher, you said to me, "Why do you need a rifle, sire?"
My pill is to kill a man, I'm illin', yeah, snipe your eye, I light your fire
Leave us, now he's after Jesus-ah
Happy Holidays, I am f'ing Ebenezer-hah
Oh, what a teaser, he was not a bleeder
But you need to believe that I feed, I'm eager-hah, hah
Yeah, I heard what he said
He ain't able to spit another verse when he dead
Burnt a nigga, serve him the curb then he bled
With Bourbon, I swerve to put his virgin into bed!
(Cha!) Yeah (Cha!), you niggas gotta be kiddin' me, not even hittin' me
'Bout to get your bodily stiff and thee ought to be kissin' me ass bad
That'll be sad because the nigga's about to get stabbed, jab!
Why do they persist, Lynch?
When they know that we'll kill 'em all

[Brotha Lynch Hung & Tech N9ne:]
Niggas' about to get stabbed (Grrr!)
Niggas' about to get stabbed (Errrrrr!)
Niggas' about to get stabbed (Grrr!)
Niggas' about to get stabbed (Errrrrr!)
Niggas' about to get stabbed (Grrr!)
Niggas' about to get stabbed (Errrrrr!)
Niggas' about to get stabbed (Grrr!)
Niggas' about to get stabbed (Errrrrr!)

[Hopsin:]
I was brought up as a man that loved to laugh
Greetin' everybody with a handshake (Hello)
Until I built a fan base, now I gotta deal with
Groupie niggas I run into every damn day! (Rampage)
I swear to God I'm hopin' to leave a niggas rib cracked
How the fuck they find out where I live at?
Motherfuckers all up in my business every minute
When I be chillin' with women they be comin' up tryin' to chitchat
Get back!
Oh, shit, what the fuck did I get into?
No autographs, I'm tryin' to chill with my friends, dude
Yeah, don't surround me, I can't move
Can't you see I'm tryin' to get to my vehicle? Please let the man through!
I ain't feelin' no sorry and I finna go hit up my nigga Lynch
I'ma borrow a knife and startle the lives of anybody buggin' me
I don't know if I'ma kick 'em or cut 'em, man, it's hard to decide
I'ma start to devise a method of deadly weapons
No question about it, you run up then you gon' get affected
Go step in the ring if you fools dare to
You gon' second-guess on takin' a picture with me 'cause you too scared to
(Aight, ayy, hold up my, nigga, ayy) What's up, man
(You nigga Hop, right?) Yeah
(The white contacts skating on a skateboard)
Ayy, I gotta go real quick (Can I get a picture with you, my-?)
Nah, man, get outta my—, get the fuck out of my face, fool!

[Brotha Lynch Hung & Tech N9ne:]
Niggas' about to get stabbed (Grrr!)
Niggas' about to get stabbed (Errrrrr!)
Niggas' about to get stabbed (Grrr!)
Niggas' about to get stabbed (Errrrrr!)
Niggas' about to get stabbed (Grrr!)
Niggas' about to get stabbed (Errrrrr!)
Niggas' about to get stabbed (Grrr!)
Niggas' about to get stabbed (Errrrrr!)

Body On The Floor lyrics - Brotha Lynch Hung

Mr. Can-opener Mouth
Sir. Chew a nigga up quick
I'm a syphilis dick (Ah)
Nobody can fuck with
Bloody pussy lips
Yes I gotta lick it
I'm coming to your town
Please buy a ticket
Been ripping up guts
But I'm still on this Crip shit
Staying with my motherfucking Season of da Siccness
Kill an infant
Before it's an infant
I'm giving you my ten cents
Might have to go to killin' cuz I'm tired of this bitch shit!
Run up in your house nigga
All you hear is click click (boom)
Bloody in the asshole
Raping all you bitches
All of you niggas is listening
But none of y'all niggas gets it
Mr. Diarrhea nigga
All I do is shit shit
All I do is Crip shit
Pull it out and nut in it
Mannibalector pissing
R Kelly bitches
Body smelling vicious and get to stinking up the kitchen
Must've been fucking a dead body cause my pubic hairs is itching

There's a body on the floor
There's a body on the floor
There's a body on the floor
There's a body on the floor
There's a body on the floor
There's a body on the floor

I gets to fucking it and cutting it
Cooking it and slicing it
Eating it and shitting it
Season of Da Siccness
I'm red hot
I should make my new name 'Syphilis'
Ask her if she ever got cannibal teeth bit in clitoris
I spit venom quick
Black mamba
Giving niggas the sickness 'til I'm dead like my mamma
My life's been something like a horror flick drama
So why you think I left a whole family in the sauna?
Body parts looking like spaghetti sauce, comma
No evidence, period
My gas goin up, Obama
Mommy you should have left me
Killing's my recipe
Not accessory to
Ran up in your house
Forehead dot, Hindu
I burn bread nigga
That's why I call it grilled cheese
Put a bitch in the back of the trunk
Roll up a blunt, I call it kill trees
Worse than an alligator attack
Chop em up to alligator soufflé now
Later I put em up in a zip-lock knapsack
I got a body in a knapsack

Have You Checked The Children? (Skit) lyrics - Brotha Lynch Hung

[Lauren Brinson (Brotha Lynch Hung):]
Hello
(Have you checked the children?)
You obviously have the wrong number
Why do you keep calling me?
(Why haven't you checked the children?)
What? Stop calling me
(Hey, I love that bra you have on)
How could you possibly know—what?
(Because I'm in your closet, bitch!)

Sweeney Todd lyrics - Brotha Lynch Hung

[Lauren Brinson:]
The demon barber Sweeney Todd is the English boogieman, the character older children call upon to frighten their friends and younger children
Unruly youngsters are cautioned against misbehaving with threats of being attacked by Sweeney, and served up in a meat pie

[Brotha Lynch Hung:]
Y'all better be high when y'all hear this
This shit is a little different
(Bring the bass)

Okay, let me spit this scripture
After I kill a nigga I pull out the phone and take a quick picture
Niggas call me Sweeney Todd 'cause I cut 'em up and make Philly steaks
Bend the bones and they really break, then refrigerate, I'm a sixer
I saw some shit when I was six and it got my head fucked up
Told my mama homegirl played with my dick (I'm serious, son)
And it felt sick, then about six minutes later it got thick
Then I been nuttin' on their faces ever since
I think I'm missin' the brain
I be sewin' up skin suits and hangin' 'em up in the closet
The rest, I throw that bitch in the bay
I really should keep takin' my Prozac
'Cause I'll make your door wet in a throwback jersey, Tony Dorsett
Baby's mamas suckin' their kid's dick is what I witness
I slit that bitch in the wrist when I seen that shit, God is your witness
I watched her bleed all over the couch, then the bitch start screamin'
So I put the duct tape all over her mouth, after death, start eatin'
Shit, I'm a motherfuckin' barber
With a straight razor and I'm the reason they keep findin' things in the harbor
I brag about it, wrote letters to the police, I don't give a fuck
I put that nine-millimeter to your head before they lock me up
I know, you lookin' for them tight rhymes in the night time
I shine and I spit harder than a pipeline when I write mine
So I ain't worried about your light lines, nigga
I just want your lifeline, for some reason your raps sound just like mine

Okay, let me spit this scripture
Niggas want me to fall and you can see it like a picture
I throw it like a pitcher, you can catch it like a back catcher
Hit you up in the helmet, the ref won't like it, that's suspected
Strip 'em butt-naked, eat it for breakfast, bitch, I cut them sections up
You don't believe it, but they're up in the freezer, they're all sectioned up
I like meat, I just started eatin' vegetables
Hit 'em with the AK-47, now he's a vegetable
See, ready, set, go, behead 'em, family, let go
I'm about to let Tech know, then we 'bout to wet cess, oh!
Then I'm 'bout to have sex, oh! Then I'm 'bout to slit necks, no!
Then I'm 'bout to get wet
I'm a hostile and it's possible that I cut you up so much
That it ain't no need for the hospital
Math couldn't even make you logical
You tryin' to fuck with me, that's who, that's why your whole roster broke
So many can take this wrong, I better watch my back
These niggas'll pop at me, but nigga, I'll pop right back

Strange Music, in the house
Smokin' weed, all day
Get ready, fully loaded
Your boy Spider-Man
Seven on the motherfuckin' beat
And of course, Rob Rebeck, you nah'mean?
Shout outs to Tech N9ne, Kutt Calhoun, Krizz Kaliko, Stevie Stone
Cali Bear Gang, Tall Cann G, COS
Special shout out to my nigga Mellow Yellow
And my nigga Hopsin for gettin' on the tracks with me
G-Macc, Trizz, ¡Mayday!, Irv Da Phenom, my nigga G-Smooth
You nah'mean? Hold up
Chaplin Studios
Thank you for havin' me back
You nah'mean?
It's your boy, aka Spider-Man, in the motherfuckin' house
And I'm out.. and I'm out
And I'm out

Dead Bitch lyrics - Brotha Lynch Hung

See I'm finna get butt naked (grrr)
I don't know what happened, see I just saw a house
An a lady up in the backroom
An a cocaine had me dizzy I was also off that wet cigarettes
So I don't know that gon' do, givin' a nigga a permanent tattoo
I spit poison, niggas call chem trails
I mobb deep, nigga, I think I got sickle cell
Anyway, got to stay focused, got make sure this bitch gon smell
I'mma cut the head off, send it to myself in the mail
Bitch, it ain't no helpin' to yell, you gon make it quicker bitch
Chewing muscles like licorice, you wanted to die you'll get yo wish you bitch
Human meat is my favorite dish, and I kill bitches for kicks
(Grrr)
I'm a tyrannosaurus rex, unpredictable I don't know what victim's door next
Get the stick in you torso or more so, cut'em up it was the main course tho
Zippin' 'em up an lockin' 'em up in the zip lock cloth

I did'n know (now I'm talkin' to a dead bitch)
I did'n know (now I'm packin' up a dead bitch)
I did'n know (now I'm shippin' off a dead bitch)
I did'n know (I don't be trippin' off a dead bitch)
I did'n know (I was talkin' to a dead bitch)
I did'n know (I was buttfuckin' a dead bitch)
I did'n know (I was eatin' out of a dead clit)
I did'n know (now I'm nuttin' on a dead bitch)

(Grrr)
Now I'm smokin' on some loud, head up in the clouds
An I get to the gas station, ride hella miles
Put the body somewhere
Cut up the bodies nigga, I'm leave one there and one there
It was sum like a nightmare, kiss her and slit nigga
I don't fight fair or might there
I told you I be high
24/7 always hella drunk and ready to die
Turnt up
Sum's wrong with my head I might be burnt up
Brain cells goin' extra innings the game all long
Twelve o' clock midnight I'm running through ya house
Opposites is quiet as a mouse, we in ya hall way
An I'm eye rapin' the garage I waited all day
Scratchin' at ya dress with a knife
After I'm done it's about to be a messenger tonight
Kept runnin (runnin), the bitch she made a left and a right
And you can tell by the smell it's a murder session tonight

I did'n know (now I'm talkin' to a dead bitch)
I did'n know (now I'm packin' up a dead bitch)
I did'n know (now I'm shippin' off a dead bitch)
I did'n know (I don't be trippin' off a dead bitch)
I did'n know (I was talkin' to a dead bitch)
I did'n know (I was buttfuckin' a dead bitch)
I did'n know (I was eatin' out of a dead clit)
I did'n know (now I'm nuttin' on a dead bitch)

I did'n know (now I'm talkin' to a dead bitch)
I did'n know (now I'm packin' up a dead bitch)
I did'n know (now I'm shippin' off a dead bitch)
I did'n know (I don't be trippin' off a dead bitch)
I did'n know (I was talkin' to a dead bitch)
I did'n know (I was buttfuckin' a dead bitch)
I did'n know (I was eatin' out of a dead clit)
I did'n know (now I'm nuttin' on a dead bitch)

Come here bitch
Open the door! Ma!
Ma! Open the door
You lock the
Open the door!
Open the door bitch!
Ha..now...I...told...you...I...was...gon....fuckin....kill...come in...fuckin...kill...you...you...fuckin...bitch!
This Travis
A Trav damn man, I think I just killed my mom man
You, you
Naw, naw I ran up in there man and this lady I saw her
Lynch!
I was high and everything man just fuckin killed her man
Slow down, slow down
I got her in the closet, I got her in the closet bro I just fuckin did it I stab her and
Lynch! Lynch!
What! What! I just killed her man I ran up in the house man I did even give a fuck
I was so high man what, what!
Lynch man your mother been dead for years what are you talkin about man
What! What!
Your mom, your mom been dead for years I..I...don't understand is this a what are you talkin
About man
Are you fuckin serious, well a fuck it I'mma do this then! Fuck it!
Lynch, Lynch! You there...alright man...ah...yeah
Strange music!

Blood All Over Me lyrics - Brotha Lynch Hung

Blood all over me [9x]
Grrrrrr, grr
Blood all over me
Grrr, grrrr

I was walking down the street with, blood all over me
Saw her in the park, cut her up, split ovaries
Crept up in the dark from the roof right over these
Last three minutes I, learned how to murder
Jumped up in the shower with, blood all over me
Took it in the dark I was fuckin' up, it's close to three
Right up in the heart with a knife I tote a 3
57 please don't make me burn this body, ya

You can picture it like a picture on Instagram
I got cooking utensils, I can make you instant ham
Now I'm runnin' around with, blood all over me
Shit I'm with Strange, I got bloods that roll with me
Grrrr, we got Tech N9ne, Kalikos
You can get cut too, body left in Stevie Stone
Yellin' out, "Mayday", lookin' for some cess
Since 1983 your nigga been lookin' for success
Shit, shit it didn't happen now there's, blood all over me
Runnin' down the street with, blood all over me
Had to let the heat spit, now it's all over the streets
I spit nasty, throwin' up all over the beat
Nobody catch me, baby girl know the police, ha ha
I'll be out the same night looking for the meat
Try it! Taking a bath in some blood
With some wine glasses and candles that's why they call me Mannibal

I was walking down the street with, blood all over me
Saw her in the park, cut her up, split ovaries
Crept up in the dark from the roof right over these
Last three minutes I, learned how to murder
Jumped up in the shower with, blood all over me
Took it in the dark I was fuckin' up, it's close to three
Right up in the heart with a knife I tote a 3
57 please don't make me burn this body, ya

Next day I'm in the car with, blood all over me
Nu, nu, now I'm feeling funny 'cause the blood all over me
My little brothers bangin' nigga, blood all over me
The, the, the younger me roll way different then the older me
Back then, it was real easy to get a hold of me
Right now niggas better really get a load of me, grrr
I got a huntin' knife it came with a shoulder piece
You pointin' the finger but no (No) I didn't kill your niece
I gotta run it right, wash off when I'm done at night
I'm way opposite like, having a sun at night
I cut the body in half, wrap it up in a bag
Yeah I done it right, learned from the right
I drink Bud Wiser and cut eye lids up
You should try this stuff, I'mma fry ribs up, grrr
And I mean what I say, finger paintin' blood in your hallway, hallway

I was walking down the street with, blood all over me
Saw her in the park, cut her up, split ovaries
Crept up in the dark from the roof right over these
Last three minutes I, learned how to murder
Jumped up in the shower with, blood all over me
Took it in the dark I was fuckin' up, it's close to three
Right up in the heart with a knife I tote a 3
57 please don't make me burn this body, ya

FBI lyrics - Brotha Lynch Hung (feat. Tall Cann G & Gsmooth)

I just cut another body up
And I had to get it out
So, I cook it up and I ate it up
And then I shit it out
Black bag full of bones
I'm gonna glad when I get ten thousand
Put that bag in the back of the couch
And jump inside of the shower for an hour
Then hop in and ride back to the south
See, I figured my niggas love me
But I'm gonna get them to hide me out
Shit, I'm gonna live inside that house
Then when the shit clear up
I clear out
Jump in the river
I'm the king of Sacramento
Numbers don't lie
Please put that in yo mental
Jeans up, hoes down
And I got blood all over my clothes now
Twenty-four people saw me
Twenty-four more get chopped to raw meat
Aw, wow
Cops about to come with that forensics
Meta-examiners can't figure me out
They think I just been sick
(Grr) Swallowin' Prozak you know that
Leaving niggas stuffed like
Leavin' niggas dead with toe-tags
They call 'em the FBI, but that mean "First Body Identified"

(FBI) Choppin them bodies up
(FBI) F..B
(FBI) Choppin they mommy up, F...B

(FBI) Choppin them bodies up
(FBI) F..B
(FBI) Choppin they mommy up, F...B

(FBI) Choppin them bodies up
(FBI) F..B
(FBI) Choppin they mommy up, F...B

You wanna keep your head on your shoulders?

Brotha Lynch Hung other songs:


 

Frustrated lyrics - Brotha Lynch Hung

(with Doomsday Productions)

Hey doom niggas
Come get drunk with me
Is it alright?

See what you don't know is
I'm a 5150 a schizo in the mist
I keep my pistol in my grips
You disappear like extra clips
If you fuck with me
Good luck with me
I'm buck 50
Don't worry about trouble 'cause
I brought the truck with me
And I got the cowl 50
That's the only thing I trust lately
That and my babies
'Cause they ain't old enough to turn on me
After it's [?]
Like these paper-plate-ass niggas
And these lying-ass bitches
All I need is me
The rest of you all can die in these ditches
I be a broke motherfucker
Trenchcoat motherfucker
Cut throat plus I'm motherless
And your stomach can't stomach this
My stomach is rumbling
'Cause I'm hungry
Confused and half-dead and one of 'em
Them dark-broom niggas
Spark the room niggas
Start to finish niggas
Then my heart diminish niggas
So let's start it then finish it then back to the start
I used to sing to myself in the dark
Cry in the dark kill in the dark it's all the same

Sometimes I get so high
That's how I cope with life
When things ain't going right I'm frustrated
Fuck you for judging me
Mind yours and let me be
Why can't you niggas see I'm frustrated

My attitude is shitty
When I ain't got no motherfucking money
When I'm hungry
And can't put a damn thing in my stomach
What's frustrating
I'm having problems with my old lady
And lately she been against me and hating
Saying fuck it
I got to keep it ruggish and thuggish
Mean mugging kissing and hugging
I ain't got time for that fucking dumb shit
It's time to kick it and get it twisted
With my homies and some bitches
That's the deal
Everybody straight fucking
It's fucked up when a big-mouth slut
Fucks it up for the rest of us
She's a cousin to us
Nobody wants to fuck with her
She's the ugly one
I hate pussy, eating bitches
I believe pussy belong to dick
And you already know I hate the fuck out of faggots
Powderpuff, twinkle toes, catch blows to the nose
I don't think God meant for niggas
To bump big heads and take it up the asshole
Got to keep it real
No longer debating
This is how I feel
I'm upset and frustrated

Sometimes I get so high
That's how I cope with life
When things ain't going right I'm frustrated
Fuck you for judging me
Mind yours and let me be
Why can't you niggas see I'm frustrated

I'm fixin to knock shit out the box
And be a rabid dog
Bounce bitches off walls
Kill 'em all
'Cause I been strugglin like a tug of war
Since I was born in this wicked ass world
Now it's time to let loose and get the juice
Showin the steel toed boots
And flip the loops
Avoiding all obstacles
Well face 'em head up
Nigga man up
What the fuck
You scared or what
I hit the bottom when my pops died
What fucked me up most is when moms cried
Had to keep my composure (hold it in)
Don't let her be holder (emotionless)
Be a soldier
Now I been tryin to do this music thing
For years and big money ain't came
But I'm tryin to be patient
I'm still waiting
'Bout to break up and shake up shit
'Cause it's frustratin

Shit man I'm tired of bein so motherfucking broke
If I wasn't so broke
I could take care of my mama and my kinfolk
But I'm just stuck out here
By my damn self
Thought I had family out here
But they done fucked me
Didn't even use no Vaseline, none
Ass still hurtin
Trust in motherfuckers
Rollin around with homies
You know what I'm sayin
Thinkin they hard thinkin they down
Flake out like some corn flakes
Kellogg's-ass niggas
Man a nigga like me just can't work at no motherfucking 9-5 job
Got the motherfucking boss fucking off
And I'm doin most of the work gettin paid bullshit
I come in there on time and do my shit and I still get paid shit
Don't even have enough money to pay my motherfucking rent
I gotta do a little hustle
Shit man, there's a black and a white side
Is there a gray area?
I'm lookin for it
Every time it seems like I'm gonna come up
Something always slaps me in the face
Whether it be a Po-Po or a fucking ho
Ho ass niggas not these hoes
I trust no bitch
Done learned that a long time ago
Wish I had my motherfucking pappy with me next time
And give a nigga some knowledge
Teach a nigga something
That nigga flaked off when I was 13
Ho ass motherfucker
And if I find you I'm a whup yo ass too nigga
Tired of bein broke
Worried about my mamma and things
Thinkin about homies that's dead and gone up in the pen
Motherfuckers that's fixin to go to the pen I just see it
Feels like I'm just wastin my breath for some of the homies though
I just don't even know what to do no more man
Man fuck this shit
Fuck it, I'm through

I See Dead Rappers lyrics - Brotha Lynch Hung

What happens when we die?
We return to the place that we came from
I don't remember where I came from
Nor do I
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

[Brotha Lynch Hung:]
I see dead rappers
Daddy got a problem, you don't act right
Bitch if you was my daughter, I would say you was off the crack pipe
But that's my confession, should've watched the ID channel at random and now you in the bed with the IV
You told me when you left, you was going with Tiny, but Tiny just called, you said I can't find me
I was going 90, 20 minutes later, I was hiding under the bed, now you can't find me
You shoulda never made it where you sleep alone, you shoulda got the pistol when you hung up the phone
I slit ya fucking throat and put ya head in the closet, I gave it all away like a money deposit
You shoulda never told me where you keep the loan, so now I'm bout to eat you like a Al Capone
Put your brain in the oven for din-din, a win-win, and I would like to chew on your [?] with a grin-grin
Now I'm gonna wait in the kitchen, my stomach's still growling I'm waiting for you to come in-in
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
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
Kick your wife and your kids put 'em in MySpace, pretty little box, that I keep in my wine safe
Cut your fucking back, get you down to the throat, start to nut, at the driveway, hop in the ride, start it up
I don't have to get bloody but if I do have to get money
I will hide around the corner with the knife ready to cut better get running
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
I don't give a fuck but 'em in the back of the truck

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!

I smell, wait hold up, I see dead people
3 dead people, murder up to the 1st degree
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
Grr, anaconda, give a nigga all kind of trouble
Another rapper fucking with me, must be some kind of joke
Ha ha, nigga I'm a dinosaur, Jurassic get ya head twisted off after I do a whole line of coke
Goddammit I'm high, bout to rip a nigga from the spine, eat out his insides
I got a Activision, 4D like a television, that's the action, leaving ya whole family missing
You can't find 'em cause I'm cooking 'em in the kitchen
Never mind, I already done the dishes

I see dead rappers
I see dead rappers
I see dead rappers
I see dead rappers
I see dead rappers
I see dead rappers

Like that

[Charles Manson:] Nobody

Is Anybody Listening? lyrics - Brotha Lynch Hung

(with Doomsday Productions)

Is anybody listening?
Is anybody listening?
I'm all alone in this world
Anybody listening?
Is anybody listening?
I'm all alone in this world
Is anybody listening?
Is anybody, anybody, anybody listening?
I'm alone in this world
Anybody listening?
Hard sometimes
I'm alone in this world
It's hard sometimes

I guess not
Cause if they was
They would've heard my pain
Years ago, when I was out there screaming help!
Servin cane and the tears'll flow down my face
Hard not to frown around this place
My homey just went down for eight
My other one just got found in a lake
So I pour the gin, down it straight
Cause liquor's all that cures me
When I'm in this here fucked up mind state
And the whole damn world ignores me
It's like, I ain't trippin y'all
Just sippin more and sippin hard
I cook it soft
I cut it raw
I hit the block and flip it all
I been locked in juvie hall
I been locked in the county jail
For a trunk gun charge and possession for sales
They held your boy without no bail
And I'm knowin they hopin' I'm next to fail
Which cat is next to tell?
Snitchin motherfuckers in my community
Better be next to bail or catch the next of shells
I've been livin next to hell for so long
The difference between is one and the real one I can't tell
I light the blunt, inhale, exhale
Then get to whisperin
Just rappin' to myself
Cause ain't nobody the fuck else listenin'

Is anybody listening?
Is anybody listening?
I'm all alone in this world
So hard
Anybody listening? Is anybody listening??
I'm all alone in this world
Is anybody listening?
Is anybody, anybody, anybody listening?
I'm alone in this world
Anybody listenin'?
Is anybody listening?
I'm all alone in this world

Tryin to hold on in these last days man
I can't keep my grip cause most of the time
These brothers ain't carin about jack
So there's no tomorrow
The horrors of the after life
Feelin like I'm already in hell
Done died twice
Stabbed in the back with a knife
These brothers was triflin'
Shootin off at the mouth
Like they didn't hear the G speak
It makes no difference
This is my life
Ain't gotta be blowed out the pipe
The situation crack
The reason why my daddy never came back
To be the man of the house
I'm on my own with all the doubt
How would I make it out without no father figure?
So I ran with the other thug niggas
Became slash drug dealers
Can't rest my head on no pillow
Dazed by Sleepy Hollow
A world full of danger
I'm no stranger at the crime scene
Investigators all in my program
Cause I got off in that Brougham
Don't know the 'Rip who knockin at my door
I ain't never been the type to live the slow-life
Now they don't understand me no more
So we can't communicate, went through it on my own
That's why I can't pick up the phone
No one know what's goin on
No one know what's goin on

Is anybody listening?
Is anybody, anybody, anybody listening?
I'm all alone in this world
Anybody, anybody
Anybody listening?
Is anybody? Anybody? Anybody?
I'm all alone in this world
Anybody? Anybody?
Is anybody listening?
Oh, I just wanna know
I'm alone in this world
Have I got somebody's attention?
Anybody listening?
Are you listening to me?
I'm all alone in this world
All alone, oh

I been stridin and tryin to do these music thang
Since 85', 86'
Nowadays it's about the paper chase
But when I first started
It was just for kicks
That's what I'm talkin about
It ain't easy tryin to be a billionaire
When everyday yellin but my day closer to death
Lovin every breath
No time to spare
But I ain't lookin for sympathy
Gods strength done blessed the hell out of me
My momma's alive, got a baby on the way
Got a job while I'm getting paid to save
Your parents had it harder than what you do
So what you cryin about?
These little things that you goin through
Ain't nothing to be talkin bout dyin' about
But that's what life is
You here to learn so take your lumps
And while you drivin on a high with a life through stress and stripes
It's straight speed bumps
Slow you role
Take that bump easy and mash the gas
Solvent road ahead
Watch for the po-po's, just don't look back
Playboy 7!
And I'm out, I'm done, I'll see ya
We ain't never met and probably never will
But homey trust me, I feel ya
So yeah, I'm listening
And naw homey, you ain't alone
But see, I can't solve your problems
That's up to you
That's apart of livin life
That's apart of being grown

Is anybody listening?
Oh is anybody listening to me, are you?
I'm all alone in this world
Anybody listening?
Is anybody listening?
I'm all alone in this world
Anybody listening?
Is anybody listening?
We all make mistakes sometimes
I'm alone in this world
Nobody
Anybody listening?
Nobody's listening
I'm all alone in this world

The Spyda lyrics - Brotha Lynch Hung

You could sleep if you wanna, them niggas is goners
Don't make me eat this microphone up, cut ya cojones
Roll on you like Daytona, let em think what they wanna
But they [?] they say if they wanna, they know I'm the hunter, killer!
With the nine milla them graveyards gon' fill up
If I gotta get my skrill about heating your ville up
I'm still livin' rough, blue dickies and chucks
And I got the Ese homies that'll give me the stuff
Then I run up in ya hut, I'm a mothafuckin' nut
Nigga that love to tuck the stuff, use it when times get rough
Usually when times get rough shit I start the thinkin'
If you wanna test the spitz better start the thinkin'
Better spark the engine, fool I'm fast and furious
And you niggas is bitches be on them thirty day periods
Psst Spider-Man, I can make you niggas follow me like a pied piper can
Ya you better think about it 'fore yo body stink about it
Siccmade, we do you like cable we reroute it
Just read about it, first you see the power lodged in the gun powder
Just gimme just one hour and ya done daughter
Just give me the four fiver and I'm goin' rider
DJ epic scratchin' it up like a tiger
I spit fire like a big lighter, I'm raw tighter, come and get your nuts fried up
The Spyda

You can leak if you wanna speak on a nigga
We can take it to the back, I put a G on a nigga
House to whole house, put a lean on a nigga
Lean out the Chevy machines, black with heavy with impact
Deadly rhymes to wear, time for bed, two in the head
I spit ya 'til I'm blue in the head
Ya doin' the death dance and I'm runnin' off with red hands
I was too close but don't worry, east coast
I got it poppin' the most and I probably got the hottest spot on the coast
Spyda man locc
Supply the man dope shit, and I hit him with the for fifth if he blow shit
'Cause you know shit get drastic, bodies wrapped in plastic
Maserati get blasted, kamikaze ta-tactics
That's how it goes, shit. Psst I'm outta here smooth as lotion
The Spyda

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