[** feat. First Degree The D.E.:]
It's all over the news right now
You couldn't have missed it
Do you have any idea what might of happened to them
Not me, but lots of people do
(He died a violent death)
He won't have a head no mo'
He won't have no brain no mo'
I won't have to get fed no mo'
He's D.O.A. (dinner on arrival) bitch
Then imma send him endin'
Tick-Tock on the clock taccin out many men
He's D.O.A. (dinner on arrival) {2x}
I don't do it to get famous
Sumthin' bout the brainless aimless
Schizo talkin another language
Yo' maine which your brain split
Put his brain in my apron
Better be breakfast and eggs
They goin finn' pass it
I'm bakin' that ass quicc
Ryhme sound like I be takin' acid
Maybe the reason your so paranoid
Is cause you smoke you much fuccin' marijuana
Like I do coke(you do coke)
Cuz Spidy's broke (Spidy's broke)
I got shit that rip THAT chinese dope
I got crip shit in me like tiny loc
I ain't 'active'
My nine millimeter make niggaz do baccflips
And then I'm get wit em with minimum practice
Then I'ma just hit em wit a little gymnastics
I eat that ass quicc for dinner
And i dont have to be the nigga that spits the fastest
Mr.NASA A-S-A-P give me my cashes
Mummahed Ali niggaz swoopin there ass's
Grizlock be beatin their asses
I leak mollasses couldn't see me with 24 pairs of glasses
You ain't the only one who gots goons
Shit that'o bloody up rooms
Rips that'o bloody up shoes
Pop the 64 pop the pistols
And I can get close enough
To hit those rocc to split those
You talk the good talk so walk the good walk
This the Mister piston niston sicc as this is
Get your kids quicc take'em and rape'em
This the siccness take'em and bake'em
It's quite obvious that people are addicted to your siccness
They all seem to be emulating you
Perhaps you should do something about that
Niggaz couldn't see me witta telescope(see me witta telescope)
You tell'em Lynch Hung come so tell us hoe
I got thicc big bitch so smell this dough
Its the rip vic shit drip out his nose
I carry a machete and I rip the cleveage
I carry 'em and bury 'em I'm leavin 'em deep six
Marin' and nall bearin' when I grind the teeth grip
I prefer a deep dish imma be hidin behind 'em witta meat clever
Momma be cryin im fryin wit tha heat seeker
Probably be tryin' comin' wit the heat seek shit
Peter Parker AKA Coat Hanga Strangla
They may pray but the Lynch is hangin'em
After she died Lynch Hung is bangin' guts STRANGE
Ain't no tamin' us
We get your brains and veins and bringin' them wit us
Getta tat and bang it wit us
One thang we insane and bring'en it up
My tongue hangin when I'm aimin' aimin' at the guts
Nigga loc to da brain all wraped in one
Hot dog ass niggaz get wrap in the bun
Tongue slit neck brains' hangin' wit Hung
The real siccness is bacc so get it and run
I'mma get this shit and attack when I aim at his done
I'mma get this shit and pack when I aim at his done
Sickness get your dick split
I can't control my own mind(my own mind)
My mind It's uncontrollable
(Well just keep coming back and we'll figure it out)
So many answers I can give you
(Don't worry to much)
So many answers I can give you
(All right I'll see you tommorrow)Laughs More from Brotha Lynch Hung