[Verse 1: Brotha Lynch Hung]
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Send'em finna get butt naked (grrr)
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I don't know what happened, see I just saw a house
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An a lady up in the backroom
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An a cocaine had me dizzy I was hustle off that wet cigarettes
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So I don't know that gon do givin a nigga a permenant tattoo
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I spit poison, niggas call it kentrail, I'm mobb deep nigga an I think I got sickle cell
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Anyway, got to stay focus, got make sure this bitch gon smell
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I'mma cut the head off, send it to myself in the mail
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Bitch, it ain't no helpin' to yell, you gon make it quick a bitch
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Chewin muscles like lickerish, you wanted to die you'll get yo wish you bitish,
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Human meat is my favorite dish, and I bitches for kicks
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(Grrr)
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I'm a tyrannosaurus rex, unpredictable I dont know victim's door next
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Get the stick in you torso or more so, cut'em up it was the main course tho
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Zip'em up an lock'em up in the zip lock cloth.
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[Hook: Brotha Lynch Hung]
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I did'n know (now I'm talkin' to a dead bitch)
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I did'n know (now I'm packin' up a dead bitch)
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I did'n know (now I'm sippin' off a dead bitch)
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I did'n know (I don't be trippin' off a dead bitch)
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I did'n know (I was toungin' to a dead bitch)
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I did'n know (I was study fuckin' a dead bitch)
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I did'n know (I was tonkin' off a dead clik)
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I did'n know (now I'm nuttin' on a dead bitch)
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[Verse 2: Brotha Lynch Hung]
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(Grrr)
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Now I'm smokin' on some loud, head up in the clouds (coff)
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An I get to the gas station, ride hella miles
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Put the body somewhere
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Cut up the bodies nigga, I'm leave one there and one there
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It was sum like a nightmare, kiss her and slit nigga,
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I don't fight fair or might there
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I told you I be high
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24/7 always hella drunk and ready to die
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Turned up
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Sum's wrong with my head I might be burnt up
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Brain tells gon extra ending the game all long
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Twelve o clock midnight I run through ya house
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Opposites is quiet as a mouse, we in ya hall way
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An I'm eyed grape in the garage I waited all day
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Scratchin' at ya dressa with a knife
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After I'm done it's about to be a messenger tonight
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Kept runnin (runnin), the bitch she made a left and a right
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And you can tell by the smell it's a murder session tonight.
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[Hook: Brotha Lynch Hung (x2)]
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[Chasing his mother through the house]
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[Brotha Lynch Hung]
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Come here bitch
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[Continuing chasing his mother through the house]
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[Brotha Lynch Hung]
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Open the door!!! Ma!!!!
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Ma!!! open the door
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You lock the...
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Open the door!!!
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Open the door bitch!!!
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[Brotha Lynch Hung opens the door stabbing his mother]
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[Brotha Lynch Hung]
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Ha..now...I...told...you...I...was...gon....fuckin....kill...come in...fuckin...kill...you...you...fuckin...bitch!!!!
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[Brotha lynch hung panics after killin his mother and calls travis o guin]
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[Travis o guin:] this travis
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[Brotha lynch hung:] A trav damn man, I think I just killed my mom man
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[Travis o guin:] you, you
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[Brotha lynch hung:] naw, naw I ran up in there man and this lady I saw her
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[Travis o guin:] Lynch!!!
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[Brotha lynch hung:] I was high an everything man just fuckin killed her man
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[Travis o guin:] slow down, slow down
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[Brotha lynch hung:] I got her in the closet, I got her in the closet bro I just fuckin did it I stab her and...
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[Travis o guin:] Lynch!!! Lynch!!!
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[Brotha lynch hung:] what!!!, what!!! I just killed her man I ran up in the house man I did even give a fuck
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I was so high man what, what!!!
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[Travis o guin:] Lynch man your mother been dead for years what are you talkin about man
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[Brotha lynch hung:] what!!!, what!!!
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[Travis o guin:] your mom, your mom been dead for years I..I...don't understand is this a what are you talkin
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about man
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[Brotha lynch hung:] Are you fuckin serious, well a fuck it I'mma do this then!!!, fuck it!!! shoots himself
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Travis o guin: Lynch, Lynch!!! u there...alright man...ah...yeah
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STRANGE MUSIC!!!!
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Dead Bitch
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| Brotha Lynch Hung |
