Teksty piosenek Brotha Lynch Hung

Brotha Lynch Hung

Red Dead Bodies

I'm going in, blacking out

Here we go again

I'm sick like I been drinking rat poison

Mixing it with Henn'

Let me get this in

I'mma get into that siccness shit

Witness it, it'll be a Christmas gift

Ripping this bitch's clitoris

Sicc as shit

I'mma get rid of the dead body

Sleep with his head by me

Smokin' on that purple shit

Eyes looking red and Chinese

Yellow like a Siamese cat

Somebody better feed that

I'mma get hideous and here he is

And now he's seriously furious

And now his memory is black

Got me a knife and a MAC

Caught you sleeping in a deep sleep

You get a knife in the back

Hard off with the sawed off

And I'm all off that sack

Couple of pills and I'm smack, what's that?

Muskrat, I'mma bust back, trust that

Cut that and it's just that, just that

Cut 'em up like cut crack

And I spit that button up

Better get back, shit splat

Get that, I'mma kick back, it's that

Spyderman, get back, fall back

All that, call that raw tactics

Hittin' 'em up with no practice

At this crack is atlasPack his bag, it's dinnertime

Anytime, that's it

Red Dead Bodies

That's how we like it!

I'm off this cherry AK

Me and the crimeboss, he's Mr Kevin

(Let off 11, nigga Chevrolet)

No, I meant to say

(Hecka love to get Chevrolet)

We draw the heat like police sketch artist

Reach in the arsenal, meat fillet and eat for days

Eat the street up, like when I see 'em

Knife in between 'em

Lights off, nightcrawler

RIP THE SHEETS UP!

One nigga dead, two nigga dead, three up

Get up, kill up everybody in the house with the nina

Not bury the body, gotta carry the body

'Till they see us, in the back seat with the C-Section cleaver

I got an erection with no protection, give her infected needles

And I tested positive for arsenic in this cathedral

Red Dead Bodies full of lead, bloody bed, that's what I said

When I head directly to the meat, watch for the feds and

I'm smoking Pineapple Headband, hand cannon

Ran up in your house, demand a ransom

Circumstances, murder (dance and one)

Reach in the back, then act, kidnapping your grandson

Pull the sheets back and release tactical handguns

Red Dead Bodies

That's how we like it!

Baby don't cry

Dry your eyes

Your mom and daddy dies by me sticking an ice pick in their eyes

I got you a little surprise

Nigga nuts and guts and look at this

Nigga, what the fuck I took a hit

Right in the bitches thighs

Lec'd it when I wreck it, check it

Leave a bitch butt naked in seconds

Cut a bitch up in little sections

You should have protection, a weapon

Spyderman had a weapon, crept in

You shoulda never slept in

Kevin's eating up midsections

Bet I'm leaving bleeding

He's wet and sweating

Double kicking niggas like Tekken, and yet I'm

Leaving niggas like a jet, and settin

Bombs up for the weapon, let 'em

He don't really wanna test 'em

Unless I'm leavin then he might test 'em

(Nine sex 'em)

Siccer than Joe Pesci, leaving the bedroom messy, messy

Just 'cause your bitch wanna have sex with me

She gonna end up becoming my recipe

Lying dead next to me

Cause niggas be falling off like sesame seeds, trust me

I won't call it off, he was messing with me, he rusty

Red Dead Bodies

That's how we like it!