Mannibalector (2013)

• Krocadil
• Bacon N Eggs (Skit)
• MDK
• Disappeared
• Fucced Up (Skit)
• Eating You
• Tha Package
• Something About Susan
• The River (Skit)
• Can I Have A Napkin?
• Mask And Knife
• Meat Cleaver
• I Give Up
• Instruments (Skit)
• Stabbed
• Body On The Floor
• Have You Checked The Children? (Skit)
• Sweeney Todd
• Dead Bitch
• Blood All Over Me (Strange Music Pre-Order Digital Bonus Track)
• FBI (Strange Music Pre-Order Digital Bonus Track) 

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