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brotha lynch hung - murder over hard lyrics

“murder over hard”
(feat. g-macc, bzo)

[intro]
i just got off the phone with dj kat
(roberto, let’s do it!)

[chorus (x2)]
it was murder over hard, like i like my eggs
eat ’em up, she don’t need no motherf-ckin’ grave
we in love, me and murder, we tight like vice grips
she don’t know the raw, i like my murder over hard

[verse 1]
yeah, i got some different, i’m grippin’ the samurai
i’ll be d-mned if i spit at your b-tch and i am denied
i’m john allen muhammad, my son is john malvo
snipin’ at you rappers and there ain’t no need for i.v.
or i.d. or poisonous ivy, n-gg-, try me
now so n-gg-s’ll bubble up like some fried meat
now those n-gg-s won’t try me, i got a variety
they try to be, lie to me, tell me that n-gg-‘s tight as me
like the type that eats meat, i’ll eat and not eat, i like the raw meat
p-ssy meat, push me, i’ll put you right in the saw seat
i’ll cut your head open, it’s spidey, he’s off the opium
scopin’ ’em right out the trunk and i’m ’bout to open ’em
i don’t really wanna cope with the “lynch is fallin’ off” sh-t
i’m puttin’ bodies in bags and haulin’ off sh-t
i’m in the lobby with magnifiers and y’all’s kids
i’m ’bout to burn ’em, you better come out, y’all b-tches

[chorus (x2)]

[verse 2: g-macc]
sh-t, real sh-t
what i talk about’ll make you run out the house and kill sh-t
i’ve got famous from layin’ ’em all out, sprayin’ ’em all up
like grave dig, put the shovel in the face and spin the corner
long ride, jump out the doghouse with the cartoon nina
if we leave anything like she breathin’, we eatin’, leave clean-up
mean muggin’ to get your spleen tucked when i squeeze nina
meat cuttin’, the meat market, put your shot ?
c-ck it to back, mean snub-nose out the front seat of the
he knows we killin’ up sh-t like vietnam and i’m leavin’ ’em
hangin’ there, like puttin’ seasoning, beats with a machine
deep-freezin’ ’em, cut ’em evenly in half after the meat is done
and i don’t even need to finish this verse, y’all know i’m sh-t
like potty training, i’ma be aimin’ at targets h-t
i mean, choppin’ it up, c-ck it and lock it, like hot in the oven
hot and ready, kidnapped in public (i like mine over easy)

[chorus (x2)]

[verse 3]
this is all i think about, this is all i talk about
trust me, if i cut off his legs, then he won’t be walkin’ out
sacramento king, i don’t wanna get adam vinatieri on him
i just klack him with the thing, wrap ’em up and then have at a n-gg-‘s spleen
that’s what happened on the scene (what happened?) dinner and a
took him to the dinin’ room and i’m splittin’ him up like bobby and whitney
n-body gettin’ him up, sippin’ on a cup of blood, right out the wine gl-ss
sittin’ by the fireplace with a n-gg-‘s brains in my plate
i’m as hard as they come, i make n-gg-s hard
when i spit to b-tches, they come right out they leotards
i clean it up with my tongue, i love to eat skin
i like them b-tches you really could sink your teeth in
somebody save me, i’m ’bout to go off the deep end
you think i’m strange now, just wait ’til this weekend
invite her to dinner and stab it in her

[chorus (x2)]

- brotha lynch hung lyrics

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