Brotha Lynch Hung
Brotha Lynch Hung - D.o.a. lyrics
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Mr. Mann-A-bal Lector 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 Any idea at all Everybody thinks you do Not me, but lots of people do Tell me what happened (He died a violent death) [Hook:] He won't have a head no mo' He won't have no bread no mo' I won't have to get fed no mo' He's D.O.A. (Dinner on Arrival) bitch Give him an-enem-o-vemom And send em their endin' 10 of the minutes the minimum I eat 10 of em Tick-Tock on the clock taccin out many men He's D.O.A. (Dinner on Arrival) [x2] [Verse 1:] I don't do it to get famous Sumthin' bout the brainless aimless Body with the stainless I'm a be in the 6-4. A Schizo talkin other language Yo' maine which your brain split I'm a commit the hit flow Til the shit blow This the foe Gangin and banging Lie in the playpen With the stainless Put his brain in my apron Then I'm escapin Staple his legs When I get the OK I'm tapin his legs When I get to door Breakin his legs Want a omlet Better be breakfast and eggs Ducc from the bomb hit They finn' to pay Smoke when the bomb lift They goin finn' pass it Or they get the acid I'm bakin' that ass quicc Rapin that ass quicc Ryhme sound like I be takin' acid [Hook x2] Maybe the reason your so paranoid Is cause you smoke you much fuccin' marijuana Wouldn't you think? [Verse 2:] I don't know I just spit that shit Like I do coke (you do coke) I do hope You get this shit quicc Cause Spidy's broke (Spidy's broke) I do choke Got that shit that rip chinese dope I do loc I got crip shit in me like tiny loc I ain't actin' My nine milimeter make niggaz do baccflips Get with them minimum practice Just hit them witta little gymnastics My heat is plastic I beat the bastard I eat that ass quicc for dinner The winner gets the meat And I don't 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 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 Get up and let's go 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 [Hook x2] 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 [Verse 3:] I just know Niggaz couldn't see me witta telescope (see me witta telescope) I just hope You tell'em Lynch Hung come so tell us hoe Tell us Hoe I got thicc big bitch so smell this dope I mean sniff this coke It's the rip vic shit drip out his nose I don't need this 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 I'm a be hidin behind 'em witta meat clever Momma be cryin I'm fryin with tha heat seeker Probably be tryin' comin' with the heat seek shit Peter Parker AKA Coat Hanga Strangla They may pray but the Lynch is hangin'em After she dead Lynch Hung is bangin' guts STRANGE Ain't no tamin' us We get your brains and veins and bringin' them with us Getta tat and bang it with 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' with Hung The real siccness is bacc so get it and run I'm a get this shit and attack when I aim at his done I'm a get this shit and pack when I aim at his done Siccness get your dick split [Hook x2] I can't control my own mind (my own mind) (Is that so) My mind It's uncontrolable (Well just keep coming bacc and we'll figure it out) So many answers I can give you (But worry to much) So many answers I can give you (All right I'll see you tommorrow) [Laughs]