Brotha Lynch Hung

(feat. X-Raided)
You better pray
When you see me put that nine up in that pussy, ho
Cock it back slow
Rock it back and forth, wait for the nut, then let my trigger go
BOOM!
Pussy-guts all over the room
If you aint seen it
Then youre fiendin
For the meanin
Of that nina of doom
2 inches in and, uh, 4 inches out
You back that nigga that pack that gat
And hit that indo-sack
Its like that
Cannabis seteva got me stuck on stump, fool
All it take is a way, a fat green-bud blunt and a stunt
Cause its that nigga that work em nigga deep
And block creep
And witness murder, baby, kill a seed
Once itll make you vomit
Guts in a mamas baby, nuts in a bottle, maybe its common
Biatches keep fuckin and suckin and keepin it comin
With they drama. POP! Its baby killa season
Put 6 in the clip, put it up that clit
And watch them babys brains
Drip out that fetus
Bleed, its that nigga that kill em
Ill fill em all full for that sicc reason
Season of da siccness broodin, got me trippin for no reason
Guess what daddys bringin home for supper
Nigga nuts and guts and slabs of human meat, motherfucker
Now eat! Cause daddys workin hard for you, real, huh?
Killas run around everyday thats why Im hard for you, nigga!
Now eat!
As I creep, picture every human that I seek
Slabs of human meat
Cause my kids gotta eat
I lives kinda deep, dark, up in tha cut
Where niggas load nines, and barrel-fuck a slut
Nigga, what? You aint even seen me in my prime
Eatin baby brains, baby veins, baby spines
I know they be cryin when Im cuttin off the neck
Im peelin off the skin for some bacon-fried croquettes
Baby villain spine, that baby-killin mind
A fifth-pound of gin cause I know Im doin time
So catch me now before I do my next crime
My kids gotta eat, somebodys babys on the line, nigga
Guess what daddys bringin home for supper
Nigga nuts and guts and slabs of human meat, motherfucker
Now eat! Cause daddys workin hard for you, real, huh?
Killas run around everyday thats why Im hard for you, nigga!
Now eat!
Get ready for the nigga shit
That siccer-than-sicc gut ripgut
Pick-a-vic-up, fuck em up with a couple of nine-milla slugs
And put em on the ground. Murder toll. Buck buck!
Slugs to the womb
Guts all over the room
That legion of doom
That S to the I-C-X
With a locc and a tech for the throat
and a neck full of gunsmoke it up, locc
One for the nigga who kills them infants and senses
Then this time, I hit em with a nine-millimeter, meter
Now lets pick up me freakin up your skin
Never knew nigga-meat cooked so thin!
So I pack me a nine-milla gat
And creep in the back of the Lac
With a sack of the indo
Guess what daddys bringin home for supper
Nigga nuts and guts and slabs of human meat, motherfucker
Now eat! Cause daddys workin hard for you nigga
Killas run around everyday thats why Im hard for you, nigga!
Now eat!
Thats right, once upon a time
A nigga that hella sicc up in the skids
With a lie for the snitch
As a victims stoned, sayin "Ill be bones to the pussy clits"
Theyre a baby ditch to the mastermind
Nine-millimeter shells, theyre blind!
Devils made a pact to fuck with match-to-heat, its one of a kind
Low enough to the shit got hella deep that I had to patch it
To a soul who had the heart to put his mama in a casket
Who could it be?
Or can he be
Locked up in the county
cause the bounty
finally found a nigga like me?
X-to-the-R-to-the-A-I-D-E-D
L-O-C
Whats up, my nigga?
Pull this trigger
And take my muthafuckin legacy
But watch your back
Niggas be claimin that they sicc
But really dont know which way to go when they be smokin up with my lunatic
Shiiiit, have you ever seen your mamas cock? (yeah!)
Have you even seen a body drop? (yeah!)
Have you even loaded up your glock?
Well, I could gives a fuck cause even then, nigga, you not my nigga
From that 24 Garden Block
Thats doin time
For shootin shadows up in the dark
And tryin to bite before he bark
And when his heart stops
From the metal blue blocks up in the cut
They try to lynch my muthafucka to make some dice up out his nuts
And what the fuck goes thru my niggas mind up in his cell?
That 24 Deep, no sleep, much stress, nigga
Nigga must be livin up in hell
And here I am, same muthafucka that got my nigga sicc
Tryin to kill myself but slippin more deeper into the siccness shit
Guess what daddys bringin home for supper
Nigga nuts and guts and slabs of human meat, muthafucka
Now eat! Cause daddys workin hard for you nigga
Killas run around everyday thats why Im hard for you, nigga!
Now eat!
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