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brotha lynch hung - grrr lyrics

[intro]
i’ma start this album like this, a little off the domey
a little somethin’
2024, n+gga, we get it in
a little somethin’, let me think of somethin’
grrr
(brrap, blaw, blaw, blaw)

[verse 1]
sh+t, i’m gettin’ hit markers
sh+t blocker, the rip doctor, crip monster
sh+t, i’m the sh+t with no paper
four caper jumpin’ out the ‘6+4 scr+per
my paper didn’t taper, but i still smoke nature
jackin’ off in the window while i’m lookin’ at your neighbor
thinkin’ how i’m gon’ rape her
n+gga, i got bars like a jail cell
rappers plus death, it equals stale smell
n+gga, i’m a scr+pe ’em
the black maccent, as+salamu alayk+m
my sh+t go (+gunshots+), i call that sh+t jamaican
king of the west coast, that’s the situation
eatin’ rappers like toast, lettuce and bacon
the atheist has awakened, i’m ready for domination
the siccness, the sh+t hits all of the population
spreads like a virus and i just know
i’m the creator so i’m biased, i just flow
[chorus]
grrr
i’m seasick, anemic, and thee spit is g+nius
i’m cookin’ without the deep dish (cookin’ without the deep dish)
(leave him dead with his eyes wide open)
grrr
i’m seasick, anemic, and thee spit is g+nius
i’m cookin’ without the deep dish (cookin’ without the deep dish)
(leavin’ him dead with his eyes wide open)

[verse 2]
i lost my brain now
i’m insane, ’bout to enflame, let me explain the endgame
they told me i’m psycho, kobe or michael
i’m socially likable, other, totally spiteful
when you be f+ckin’ with my digits
pull out the biscuit and all you hear is crickets
it’s a murder show, better get your tickets
they might want the front row in case we spit the sicc sh+t
i wrote the dopest
them n+ggas couldn’t see me with a microscope lens
wonderin’ where a n+gga be? i’ve been smokin’
smokin’ some of that, put it this way, i’ve been chokin’
givin’ other rappers headaches, ibuprofen
for the last nine months, n+gga, i’ve been broken
leave me up in somebody’s house and i will choke them
and leave him dead with his eyes wide open
[chorus]
grrr
i’m seasick, anemic, and thee spit is g+nius
i’m cookin’ without the deep dish (cookin’ without the deep dish)
(leavin’ him dead with his eyes wide open)
grrr
i’m seasick, anemic, and thee spit is g+nius
i’m cookin’ without the deep dish (cookin’ without the deep dish)
(leavin’ him dead with his eyes wide open)

[outro]
grrr
i’m seasick, anemic, thee spit is g+nius
i’m cookin’ without the deep dish (i’m cookin’ without the deep dish)
(leavin’ him dead with his eyes wide open)

- brotha lynch hung lyrics

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