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brotha lynch hung - mdk lyrics

[intro]
murder, death, kill, we hungry
murder, death, kill, we hungry

[verse 1: brotha lynch hung]
and i got bodies in the trunk, some of that [?] pepper
midnight just p-ssed, better keep your eyes on lector
i’m hidin’ in your closet with a machete and trash bags
spaghetti your insides, get ready, i been died
dead like a zombie
backpack full of that crack that’ll make you go hug mommy
mo’ drugs on me
i’m too nice, but don’t make me get that butcher knife cause i do slice
television say i’m a monster, they look at me like i’m [?], guts in a box, red sin
and givin’ b-tches head drama, i’m way worse
i scr-pe the skin off your back and make a human skin purse
cuttin’ this meat, strange is invited to eat

[hook (x2)]
murder, death, kill, we hungry
murder, death, kill, we hungry
murder, death, kill, we hungry
murder, death, kill, we hungry

[verse 2: trizz]
ey, lynch, is that a blunt? roll that
lace it with the cocaine, a n-gg- need to smoke that
forgot to take my prozac, i’m tryin’ to get my zone back
shakin’ and twitchin’, ready to kill a n-gg-, oh snap!
i feel alone to myself, so depressing
stressed out, hectic, come close and get yo’ neck slit
reckless, rippin’ sh-t out and give it as the message
guts on your doorstep, wake ya up for breakfast
send it out to lynch for dinner and a movie
had the cops confused when they investigate, who, me?
f-ck jail, them n-gg-s gon’ have to shoot me
goin’ down fightin’ on trial if they sue me
fire up this doobie, spit a bl–dy [?]
ripguts, look what drugs do to me
somebody better save ya, sodomize and rape ya
b-tch, pick your face up and hand it to the strangla

[hook (x2)]

[verse 3: brotha lynch hung]
watchin’ a b-tch scream, yeah, buddy, it wasn’t as bl–dy as it seems

wrap you up in duck tape
this time i was sniffin’ cocaine

i be havin’ bad dreams and i want brains

a midnight killer, like it’s a f-cking video game

i’m rippin’ and f-ckin’ the beat, n-gg-, game f-ck

[hook (x2)]

[verse 4: trizz]
i hope you got my plate ready cause it’s time to eat

move quick

get choked in smoke
f-ck my ecstasy

light a match, set it off,

now we all up in her

i kill b-tches for attention

f-ckin’ dead bodies

this motherf-ckers’ hidin’

[hook (x2)]

- brotha lynch hung lyrics

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