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Brotha Lynch Hung

Split Personality

Say I got a split personality

The day time I'm cool Nite time

No electricity, no car payment

Make me just wanna to rape shit

Scrape shit off the concrete and eat it

Believe it I can get devious like Lil' Bro

Criminal call me the cream of crop of Sacramento though

Why do they want to get severed up to many mini meat lits

Why every time I get drunk and high can't trust a nigga like a secret

So I commence to make the meat rip that's all I ever think about

Bellpeppers and hot sauce high blood pressure shit

Tell Lecter I eat it raw damn near rare

This album suppose to make you wanna eat spare ribs

I don't never wanna spare his life

Fuccin' rape his wife razor blade the kife ya

Sever your wife up watch the knife cut ya picture it like nite time

I spit posion like a python, shit got to get the lights on

When the lights on human meats all over the room, blood all over the room

Siccle pysycho Siccle Cell Anemia just light up the ooze

I don't wanna say shit

I just wanna rape shit

I just wanna flay bitches

Nite time day and nite

Nitetime AK shit

My other half sayin' don't do it

But at close range split your brain shit

1 (I can't speak don't) 2 (I can say it) [X2]

Friday the 13th my day to work meat

Butcher shoppin' for Halloween

Took it chop it pop it hollow tips

I don't wanna get to pushin' the issue

But this is who listen to sicc shit

I don't need to get him look at him cook him

Took at him some of the siccness

I be havin' them fits wit them bitches and niggaz

I sticcin' them wit ice piccs Split

Personality shit liquor kill'em up shit

Dose of that fill'em up

Niggas get heated up like gasoline

After i put that gasoline on em

transform em to liquid

Ima misfit cannabalistic

I don't wanna argue I mean yes I wanna argue

I'm like no I don't wanna argue