Texty piesní Brotha Lynch Hung

Brotha Lynch Hung

Mannibalector

Not again, fool, come on, man.

Alright, alright, check it out

Personal belongings in the basket

I got a bag for you right here, so just put the clothes in there

And take off them motherfuckin' boots too, I got some new ones for you

Go ahead and holler at me when you're done

I'll be in the back room, I got some shit for you, so

Now, that I know it's time to eat

I can feel it in my gut and I'm 'bout to run up

And put a gun up in 'em, cut up in 'em

Autocratic, automatic reaper

I will leave 'em bleedin' in the street with the heater

Diabolical, after I follow you I eat your meat up

Why he's hollow, I swallow a bottle as I eat the anatomy

Amityville, Mannibal can and he will

Man I'm an animal, when I'm heatin' 'em up I'm lethal

You don't want to be fuckin' with me, I eat dead people

I'm that nigga that's keepin' body parts in the freezer

Shit, fuck her and leave her

I'd rather put her up until I'm hungry then I eat her

The doctors, the coroners, the cops they'll never see her

I eat that bitch up quicker than a crocodile, believe it

Now I wish a nigga would, that's what emcees get

These motherfuckers is bitches, I hit 'em in the cleavage

Yeah, I'm Mannibalector

She's standing there naked, I'm 'bout to get naked

She's tied to the bedpost, I like to give head most

She likes to give head best, blood on the headrest

Strange Music, bitch, you can tell by the necklace

I carry me a chainsaw but this ain't the Texas

Chainsaw Massacre, nigga, worse than the Manson

Murders, I turn 'em to hamburger meat

I put 'em in the trunk of the droptop

I don't wanna get blood on my Pioneer boxtop

Operation make pasta

Makin' it, test the spaghetti noodles, I'm a coo-coo

And a local in the? with a cleaver in the dresser

Butcher knife and machete, I do you in the poop chute

Poke 'em and I undress 'em and leave 'em in the recipe

I told you I was an atheist, eatin' 'em with lettuce and meat

Puttin' niggas in a wok pot, takin' niggas to the chop shop

Niggas is as soft as a box of cotton

Niggas be off that oxycotton

Probably rotten 'em, body rotten

Obviously potty tottened

Probably not in danger yet, internet cable

Watchin' ID channel cause I'm able

And cocaine in cellophane wrapped up under the table

Ready to murder rappers, cut 'em and clap 'em, reppin' the label

Blue house in the stable, mini Macs on the table

Tornado, NATO, egos get? and they know

Fresh out the motherfuckin' county jail

Pillows with no feathers and the county smell

Black sweat t-shirt, brown as hell

If a nigga try to fuck with me I crown his head

He don't wanna get bloody does he?

I'mma have to get muddy, buddy

Hit 'em with the chainsaw, Cuddy

Leavin' his brains raw, dummy

I'm gonna have to get silly putty

I'm gonna have to hit 'till he's ugly

I'm gonna have to get really ugly

Killing Cuddy, killing Cuddy

Mr. McGillicuddy, he's the high school teacher

Used to take the bitch to the closet to teach her

Until he took my daughter to the closet to teach her

Now I'm usin' his head as my album's main feature

Serial killers kill a nigga, I'm timin', I'm the creature

From the black side of town now I'm about to eat?

Cut her up and I eat her, crack domes like Easter

Easter egg, leave me, eat her

This right here, this is traditional brass knuckles

Easily penetrate any vital organs

Uh, this right here, I know you lose this a lot

Sick-ass brain works, so

YouknowwhatI'msayin'

Grrr

Hey, man, give me some bigger pants or somethin'

Some bigger pants