Spit It Out

You're a bad man!

You're a very bad man!

If anything tastes funny spit it out

Don't trust it don't eat it

Somebody's trying to poison me

Somebody's trying to get in my life

Motherfucker make them eat it all blood all over the wall

If anything tastes funny spit it out

Like this glock in the studio

But Im'ma get it out

It was time to just do my though but won't follow directions

Cup of liquor at the intersection now I'm clenching on my weapon

Contemplating suicide thinking about little Kevin

Thinking about my girlfriend

Thinking about my situation

Thinking about will my world end tragically

So many people mad at me

I make them go away magically

But I just.....

Put it behind me until they find me

This is perfect timing

This is hurtful rhyming

This is put you in the bushes if you try and try me

This is what you wanted so I'm going out for the fried meat

And when I die please burn me up and smoke me

Sorry I can't believe the fucking lies that you told me

Cause loyalty is loyalty but you don't know about that

Right after this COS rap I'm coming right back

If anything tastes funny spit it out

Can you taste it?

Can you smell it in the air?

Smells like bodies in the basement

Come take a walk with me down a road so sacred

Dead man walking scars underneath the braclet

No leaves on the trees dusty roads, no pavement

No sun

No shine

Just a lot of raining

One gun, one mind

Who am I to save it?

I'd rather pop the clip and blaze it

Bloody stage shit

Every room vacant in the house and I'm shaking

I'm colder than the glacier

Even where my heart breaking

Everything aching can't repair myself

Every mirror in here broken like I can't stare at myself

I see clear through the smoke cause I got air in myself

But every time they give me rope they think I tear at myself

Like I'm the plane crashing into the building

Like I'm the death

Like I'm the train coming off of the tracks

Guess I'm a wreck

If anything tastes funny spit it out

Throw it up, sew it up, right out the 50 throw it up, right out the kidneys toe it up

Trying to get with me it's tough like trying to eat

Old meat

Left out

All night

Aw me

Oh my

Now I'm going through the pain and I'm the blame, they think the money and fame equals insane

It's a strange game

Looking at my strange chain

Thinking I'm about to change mane

Imma let it stay the same

I'm online when I play the game

On time nah maybe not

On grind nigga I'm probably the hottest

I'm a problem, I got problems, I can't solve all of them, hitting me at the same time

That's why it seems like I'm hitting you with the same rhyme game time

Niggas ain't in my lane I'm

Hard to get along with sometimes

That's hard life

Compare it to the hard right

I put it on the black top

Cause it's going to be a hard fight

And it's going to be a long night

And it's nothing to bitch about (it's nothing to bitch about)

I noticed that this wasn't anywhere on the internet so I had to post it

It is one of my favorite songs by Brotha Lynch and easily the best off his new album

If there are any changes you notice please let me know and I'll change it