dead bitch
brotha lynch hung
send'em finna get butt naked
i don't know what happened
an a lady up in the backroom
an a cocaine had me dizzy i was hustle off that wet cigarettes
so i don't know that gon do givin a nigga a permenant tattoo
i'm mobb deep nigga an i think i got sickle cell
got make sure this bitch gon smell
send it to myself in the mail
it ain't no helpin' to yell
you gon make it quick a bitch
chewin muscles like lickerish
you wanted to die you'll get yo wish you bitish
human meat is my favorite dish
unpredictable i don't know victim's door next
get the stick in you torso or more so
cut'em up it was the main course tho
zip'em up an lock'em up in the zip lock cloth. i did'n know
now i'm smokin' on some loud
an i get to the gas station
i'm leave one there and one there
it was sum like a nightmare
i don't fight fair or might there
24/7 always hella drunk and ready to die
sum's wrong with my head i might be burnt up
brain tells gon extra ending the game all long
twelve o clock midnight i run through ya house
opposites is quiet as a mouse
an i'm eyed grape in the garage i waited all day
scratchin' at ya dressa with a knife
after i'm done it's about to be a messenger tonight
the bitch she made a left and a right
and you can tell by the smell it's a murder session tonight. come here bitch
you lock the. open the door!
ha. now. i. told. you. i. was. gon. fuckin. kill. come in. fuckin. kill. you. you. fuckin. bitch!
i think i just killed my mom man
naw i ran up in there man and this lady i saw her
i was high an everything man just fuckin killed her man
i got her in the closet bro i just fuckin did it i stab her and. lynch! lynch!
what! i just killed her man i ran up in the house man i did even give a fuck i was so high man what
lynch man your mother been dead for years what are you talkin about man
your mom been dead for years i. i. don't understand is this a what are you talkin about man
well a fuck it i'm a do this then!
lynch! u there. alright man. ah. yeah