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

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