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brotha lynch hung - don't worry momma it's just bleedin' lyrics

[c-lim]
can’t believe this n-gga got me out here on some scott peterson sh-t. where the body at, g-macc?
[g-macc]
hey, lynch said it was dumped over here in the river on this side
[c-lim]
that right there?
[g-macc]
yeah, that black bag. get that sh-t, man
[c-lim]
what, cuz? i ain`t getting that sh-t
that’s some white people sh-t, it’s dark
[g-macc]
go get that sh-t, cuz

[verse 1: brotha lynch hung]
n-gga i’m the siccest in the west
hit it in the chest
in a minute i rip a n-gga like wet s-x
your sentimental i get the ritalin shoot tecs
cut a n-gga in half just like a duplex
then all i ask is “who’s next?”
take a n-gga and give a n-gga a suplex
coathanga strangla banging’ the deuce set
choke and strangle her, name it in two blex
it’s the season of da siccness times three
spitting the venomous iv full of white weed
and my nine get a tight squeeze
and i’mma die with my d-ck in a tight breezy
believe me, i leave these – bodies they’re probably gon’ have my face on the tv
i’m like jason in 3d, who in the game want to see me?
i’m at the motherf-cking teepee
plotting and planning it while i’m wiping off the three
fifty-seven i’m makin’ ’em go to heaven
one through seven i make ’em go see the reverend
in a casket, n-ggas get they -ss ripped
razor blades and d-ld-s, n-gga that’s it
f-ck around and get your hat split
i’m on some ‘tall cangee got my back’ sh-t
it’ll get venomous sending n-ggas at me
i keep a russian ak in the back seat
i get the guns from the back seat
brotha lynch hung he got the hacksaw ‘cause he loves to hack meat
heat it, and eat it, and leave it
i’m even leaving ’em bleeding and feeding ’em
and i’mma keep it that deep
i stay hotter than the sac’ heat
one to the head then i smash like a track meet

[hook – brotha lynch hung and (krizz kaliko)]
don’t get too comfortable
(don’t get too comfortable, you might not stay, might be leaving)
don’t worry momma it’s just bleeding
(things will be fine if you just give it some time)
just don’t get too comfortable
(don’t get too comfortable, you might not stay, might be leaving)
don’t worry momma it’s just bleeding
(things will be fine if you just give it some time and let go)

[verse 2: krizz kaliko]
now they got me on some supa’ dupa’ sick sh-t
so i’m a cut up and stab the beat
like a slab of meat with sl!ck sh-t
now-now-now i’m with the sickness
and now i’m bludgeoning n-ggas because it is so ridic’lous
juggernaut not random with the rambling
i’m super cede six seven k!ll her with the sampling
and chew them like beef tips ‘cause kevin is a cannibal
add me into the a team and i’m hannibal
mechanical robot, i will go hard and damage you with it
roll with k!llers and i got a few with it
i got a musket and a pint of muscatel
when they find you they be like, “what’s the smell?”
take him took his top off, cause-it cause-it popped off
and we off’d him and cost him he soft i’m a boss and i (hey)
took the coat hanger from lynch
and i become the strangler if you flinch, leave her bleed quick

[verse 3: tech n9ne]
gimme the chop and i be hoppin’ ready to die let’s go
ready to pop and i see dropping every in my retinal
send me the doctor who got the medical file death row
for the nurses who purposely hurt mamma with trileptal
we told you motherf-ckers that she was allergic
he heard her, slurred now pancreat-tis emerges
now i got you running from curses and he-rs-s
cut you like a surgeon ‘cause you deserve it
two reverends is pitiful thinkin’ they can get with mr. formidable
i pity your mental hospital, the hospitable
i’m not finished your thoughts are squashed dinner
for harps your off limits and lost with chopped genitals
i’m coming to get you with thunder though
seeing you suffer’s gonna be wonderful
sick inside of me give you lobotomies time to undergo
f-cking with the nina…

[hook]
don’t get too comfortable
don’t get too comfortable, you might not stay, might be leaving
don’t worry momma it’s just bleeding
things will be fine if you just give it some time
just don’t get too comfortable
don’t get too comfortable, you might not stay, might be leaving
don’t worry momma it’s just bleeding
things will be fine if you just give it some time and let go

[c-lim]
ugh, it’s-ugh, it’s starting to stink already, cuz
[g-macc]
man, this sh-t is getting everywhere… sh-t!
[c-lim]
ugh, n-gga, d-mn, ugh!
[g-macc]
shut up, shut up, quit acting like that, n-gga, sh-t!
-phone ringing-
[c-lim]
hold on, my phone ringing, hold up
[g-macc]
go into the other room, cuz, i got to finish this sh-t
-phone ringing-
… i got to finish this sh-t
[brotha lynch hung]
hey lim
[c-lim]
h-lla loc
[brotha lynch hung]
lim!
[c-lim]
h-lla loc, who this? when-when-
[brotha lynch hung]
this is lynch, n-gga
[g-macc]
d-mn!
[brotha lynch]
hey, you get that?
[c-lim]
man… what number you calling me from, cuz?
[brotha lync h hung]
no-no, i’m calling from a throw away, man
[bzo]
ey, who’s that, cuz?
[c-lim]
oh yeah, that’s right, cuz
-saw noises-
[brotha lynch hung]
i just want to know if you got that
[c-lim]
n-gga, we got it, cuz
um, g-macc in there cutting up the body right now
getting his blood everywhere, cuz
[g-macc]
aw sh-t!
[brotha lynch hung]
oh, for real?
[c-lim]
n-gga, you would love it, cuz
[brotha lynch hung]
haha, haha!
[bzo]
ey lynch, where you at, cuz?
[brotha lynch hung]
ey, ey, just make sure you got that rollin
and holler at me, you know i need that
[c-lim]
some food?
[brotha lynch hung]
yeah, make sure you save me some of that meat
[c-lim]
got you
[g-macc]
sh-t!
[brotha lynch hung]
alright, i’ll be there in a minute
[g-macc]
hey, get off the phone, cuz!
[c-lim]
cuz, i’m here now, that’s lynch, cuz
d-mn, what’d you do to the room, cuz?! ugh!
[g-macc]
ey, just ey-just help me grab this leg, cuz
[c-lim]
n-gga, i’m not touching that sh-t
[g-macc]
ey, we need to put it back in the bag, n-gga
[c-lim]
cuz, you get-ugh!
[g-macc]
ey, c’mon, cuz
don’t worry-
[c-lim]
you can put that on the floor right there!
[g-macc]
ey, n-gga
you know this the butcher, what’d you expect to find, n-gga? c’mon
[c-lim]
ugh! n-gga, get you-ugh!
[g-macc]
grab that sh-t, cuz
grab that sh-t
c’mon, clean that up
-saw noises-
[c-lim]
now my chest all crushed up and everything

- brotha lynch hung lyrics

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