Corpse Came To Dinner - Brotha Lynch Hung It's a must that I bust any strap ya hand ta me It's inherited it runs in the family Niggaz in the town got pounds of beef Threaten a niggaz life make it sound so sweet I peel 'em back like corn-on-the-cob cap peel 'em Make 'em sound like a whore on the job Witta Mac in the backpack fulla that crack sack Gettin' it off Better have my muthaf**kin money B**ch where my siccmade 'til I die sh*t nobody saw So I was able ta wipe the blood off the hallway walls Ain't got nothin ta live for Can't even trust a b**ch might have ta leave her alone Ma had ta dig a ditch sh*t so rigorous Dealin' wit hataz snitchaz and bitchaz Get they brains gone Find a new home you one life is gone Cuz I'm O-One check the clock And if these walls could talk muthaf**kaz'll be shot I'm about ta go 51-50 got nobody wit me Stressed out like Whitney Bobby Brown w**d and whiskey Smokin' Newports no support But like Too Short I keep it goin' Shootin' up forts who in this sport wanna f**k wit me Come on the court rippin' out insides Puttin' stains on thangs that's when I rip-ride And I slip-slide through The Gardens witta bloody t-shirt it won't hurt Look at this way 6 feet deep in the dirt won't hurt Flirtin' wit murda I leave 'em unheard of And I'm sicca than period pads drippin' All over your hands gettin' The back seat or the trunk it's your choice Dead or alive smothered and fried The way you better uncover your eyes I'm in the skies Witta 9 tryin' ta take out your spine Nobody know crime throw up that sicc sign And strike hard like stricc-nine No recovery you other G niggaz betta duck Leave you in the tuc stuck Psycho off the wall like Michael Always paranoid cuz I be blowin' out that nitro All day every day murda spray got you in Glad Bags Headed for the pad and you can ask my dad I was a scavenger 14 years old eatin' scabs Graduated ta ni**a meat but I don't wanna brag F**k Jeffry Dohmer he a muthaf**kin fag I got ni**a nuts and guts in the bag Draggin' 'em ta the pad Corpse came ta dinner Ziplock body-bag toe-tag wet t-shirt black mask Ziplock body-bag toe-tag wet t-shirt black mask Corpse came ta dinner Ziplock body-bag toe-tag wet t-shirt black mask Ziplock body-bag toe-tag wet t-shirt black mask Corpse came ta dinner Ziplock body-bag toe-tag wet t-shirt black mask Ziplock body-bag toe-tag wet t-shirt black mask Corpse came ta dinner Ziplock body-bag toe-tag wet t-shirt black mask Ziplock body-bag toe-tag wet t-shirt black mask F**k under the influence I'm hella f**ked up Swervin' down the freeway spillin' my cup Tryin' take you out this rap on the Underbelly He ain't sh*t he 'bout ta be in the trunk smelly By me and my Relly you never know Whatever tho I got auto magazines and that weak intro What you got against me Don't you know I rip niggaz up Turn 'em ta minced meat Well if you got some sense Beat it like raw eggs I used ta have hella homies Now they all hate But I'ma leave it alone I'm on my own like a voodoo ni**a If a ni**a want ta get ate What would you do ni**a I was too cool wit 'em Group of niggaz and they tripped on me Gave 'em a little bit of fame Then they dipped on me But you know it's all in the game Tell the crip homie Ta hit 'em witta slug in the brain That's what you get from me Crash dummy your careers defected And you ain't sold a record last time I checked it You just keep knockin' I feel disrespected Now your neck got disconnected By the Lynch Hung necklace Hey I leave 'em red and I don't eat the head Let the Tec spit and chop niggaz down Ta the ground like Judge Dread Come up in the door lookin' just like a fed And you call yourself a rap vet Get out the bed and let me f**k her Like she should be f**ked All in the butt wit the 9 milly swallowin' nut And you see me in black clothes Creepin' from the back Don't know how ta act black blankets fulla Mac's I use 'em for nutsacks and full body sacks Better not let your daughter out End up in the slaughter house Chokin' and spittin' chest open and bleedin' 404

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