Teksty piosenek Brotha Lynch Hung

Brotha Lynch Hung

Mask and Knife

Ay my nig, is that some weed right there, my nig?

Let me hit that shit, man ya feel me? Pass that shit

Naw, this ain't weed, nigga, you know what this is

I don't know what it is...

You see how shiny the cigarette is, nigga (hehehe)

Awww, that crippler dippler!

Roberto, let's do it again!

Clear my throat, then I

Pull a butterfly knife out the back pocket chop it with a semi

Half of the body left in the closet

The other half in the cutlass with me

Wanna come back with the gonorrhea

Feed it to 'em, stomach empty

Look at her fifty stab wounds, hit her with ten

Droppin' the knife, then pickin' it up, then shiv her again

Deliver it to the meat grinder, makeshift grade weed finder

Dig her back up, eat the eyes up

Beat your wife up, keep the knife cut

I got decay, put it to your face, piece releasin'

I bury your face deep to the sea creatures' region

I'm knee deep in your niece's feces

Right of the pee screamin' finger up, back from the guts, eat these

You can look at me, I'm three people

One of em axe murderer, one of em cat burglar, other one pure evil

Lil' Ripgut 'bout to pick it up and then rape shit, sake shit

Alcohol and razor blade kit… (Let’s rip it!)

Every single day I take a fetus with me (eat it!)

Frequent, with a black ski mask and a knife!

The freak hazardous type

Got sick habits to beat rappers, deceased afterlife

I'll sneak in your pad and catch you while you sleep stab you twice

And with no knee pads knee pads I'll tea bag your wife!

Nigga, I breathe gass in the mic

No 2 Chainz, but I be in the trap with bean bags all right

Did I mention G-Macc, I hope you got a beast appetite

Spit at nuts and guts and chunks of human meat slabs tonight…!

I eat the beat alive, I'm a mic vulture

Play all my money, I carve you niggas like an ice sculpture

My mind’s kinda bipolar

I'm a high roller, eye swoler

I'll probably stab a bitch before the night's over

My flow's dope bitch, I rhyme yola

I be eatin’ niggas like side orders, when I ride on 'em

A scoundrel

Run up in your household with a scalpel and scalp you

For one hundred thousand and counting, I suicide note’cha

Every single day I take a fetus with me (eat it!)

Everybody 'bout to get chopped up

Meat grinder, heat finder, we find her

Puttin' her up in the cut, with a couple of razors up in her butt

Ya boy be fucking it up, and there ain't nobody that can touch

I ain't lyin' nigga, I'm Kobe Bryant in the clutch

Grrr, Mask and the Knife

Run up in your house, nigga, and I'm slashin' your wife

Kidnappin' your infants, I'm rippin' shit, I get into shit

Run up on 'em, gun up on 'em, I won upon ’em, sickle sick! (Grr)

Kill a nigga like cancer if he think about fucking with me

Sticking a .50 caliber up the gut, hit the kidneys

Rapin' a nigga, scrapin' a nigga off the plate

I think my brain is off the slate

(Ay nigga, ay, come here nigga) Altercate

Running through niggas like Walter Payton

Dead wife at the altar waiting

Grr, splitting the cleavage, I got the meat cleaver

Cuttin' em up when I eat people!

Every single day I take a fetus with me (eat it!)