[Intro]
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No! Sit in that fuckin corner bitch!
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No! Just sit in that fuckin corner and shut the fuck up, Bitch!
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Should've kept you off the internet
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Just sit in that fuckin corner bitch! Shut the fuck up!
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[Verse 1]
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Razorblade the nipples, Baby breastfeed me
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I just saw your face on the TV, Look at that
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They already think you're layin six feet deep, Took a nap
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Now they on the news talkin 'bout they want their hooker back
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I gave her back to 'em, Not before I took a bat, bashed in the head
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Bathed in it and played in it and smashed in the Chev' back to the hideout
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Shit, I took a machete and dug her fuckin eyes out
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Now I'm on the internet, Muthafucka why not?
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MySpace is my place, Pick her up and tie knots
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Got her on the bed playin dead
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Fucked her then I took her to the bathtub and made her bloody red
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No matter what he said, Nigga he's The Ripgut
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I saw him slice a niggaz dick up and cut a niggaz bitch up
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Put her in the trash bag and that's that
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He's on Facebook, She's in his face look
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[Chorus]
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So sit in that fuckin corner bitch!
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(Where's my muthafuckin razorblade?)
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(Hey, I'm tellin you bitch, You better take me serious)
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Sit in that corner bitch!
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(Remember when you got that computer for Christmas?)
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(Yeah, That's why you're here)
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So sit in that fuckin corner bitch!
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(Should've told them you wanted some damn uh, Christian Louboutin)
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Aye, Sit in that corner bitch!
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(Now I'm about to cut you, meat you, heat you and eat you, bitch! )
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[Verse 2]
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Yeah, She asked me for a cigarette, Here you go bitch, bet
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First, Pull out the tiddies and I promise I'll get you wet
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After I slit your neck, I keep 'em brainwashed
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Cut open the skull in cold water, Get your brains washed
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I'm in the kitchen with the Ithica, Rippin your bitches britches up
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Itchin to get to spit the guts outta my mouth
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Imma get it outta my house by cookin it and eatin it
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And then I'm shittin it out like I do emcees
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You will find shit all in the couch
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Shit in the bathroom and shit in the mouth
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And razorblades and alcohol, Shit in the pouch
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Like 50 bitches on they period, I'm serious now
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It's about to take 3 hours like ham hogs
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Trust me, I'm tryna feed all them kids and the damn dog
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I don't want a ransom, I'm sicker than Charlie Manson and some
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Like Chuckie, I'm cuttin up butt cheeks
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[Chorus]
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So sit in that fuckin corner bitch!
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(Yeah, It's just about an hour left before dinner)
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(You wanna watch a movie?)
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Sit in that corner bitch!
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(Instead of popcorn, I got pop corn alligator, You want some?)
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So sit in that fuckin corner bitch!
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(Oh okay, Well um, I gotta piss so uh, You need anything to drink?)
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Aye, Sit in that corner bitch!
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(Yeah, I also got diarrhea too, So uh you want a milkshake?)
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Sit In That Corner
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Brotha Lynch Hung |