Teksty piosenek Brotha Lynch Hung

Brotha Lynch Hung

Body On The Floor

Mr. Can-opener Mouth

Sir. Chew a nigga up quick

I'm a syphilis dick (Ahh)

Nobody can fuck with

Bloody pussy lips

Yes I gotta lick it

I'm coming to your town

Please buy a ticket

Been ripping up guts

But I'm still on this Crip shit

Staying with my motherfucking Season of da Siccness

Kill an infant

Before its an infant

Im giving you my ten cents

Might have to go to killin' cuz I'm tired of this bitch shit!

Run up in your house nigga,

All you hear is click click (boom)

Bloody in the asshole

Raping all you bitches

All of you niggas is listening

But none of y'all niggas gets it

Mr. Diarrhea nigga,

All I do is shit shit

All I do is Crip shit

Pull it out and nut in it

Mannibalector pissing

R Kelly bitches

Body smelling vicious and get to stinking up the kitchen

Must've been fucking a dead body cause my pubic hairs is itching

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I gets to fucking it and cutting it

Cooking it and slicing it

Eating it and shitting it

Season of Da Siccness

I'm red hot

I should make my new name 'Syphilis'

Ask her if she ever got cannibal teeth bit in clitoris

I spit venom quick

Black mamba

Giving niggas the siccness 'til I'm dead like my momma

My life's been something like a horror flick drama

So why you think I left a whole family in the sauna?

Body parts looking like spaghetti sauce, comma

No evidence, period

My gas goin up, Obama

Mommy you should have left me

Killing's my recipe

Not accessory to

Ran up in yo house

Forehead dot, Hindu

I burn bread nigga

That's why I call it grilled cheese

Put a bitch in the back of the trunk

Roll up a blunt, I call it kill trees

Worse than an alligator attack

Chop em up to alligator soufflé now

Later I put em up in a zip-lock knapsack

I got a body in a knapsack