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brotha lynch hung - red dead bodies lyrics

[verse 1: brotha lynch hung]
i’m going in, blacking out
here we go again
i’m sick like i been drinking rat poison
mixing it with henn’
let me get this in
i’mma get into that siccness sh-t
witness it, it’ll be a christmas gift
ripping this b-tch’s cl-toris
sicc as sh-t
i’mma get rid of the dead body
sleep with his head by me
smokin’ on that purple sh-t
eyes looking red and chinese
yellow like a siamese cat
somebody better feed that
i’mma get hideous and here he is
and now he’s seriously furious
and now his memory is black
got me a knife and a mac
caught you sleeping in a deep sleep
you get a knife in the back
hard off with the sawed off
and i’m all off that sack
couple of pills and i’m smack, what’s that?
muskrat, i’mma bust back, trust that
cut that and it’s just that, just that
cut ’em up like cut crack
and i spit that b-tton up
better get back, sh-t splat
get that, i’mma kick back, it’s that
spyderman, get back, fall back
all that, call that raw tactics
hittin’ ’em up with no practice
at this crack is atlas[?]
pack his bag, it’s dinnertime
anytime, that’s it

[hook] x2
red dead bodies
that’s how we like it!

[verse 2: g-macc]
i’m off this cherry ak
me and the crime boss, he’s mr. kevin
?let off 11, n-gga chevrolet?
no, i meant to say
?hecka love to get chevrolet?
we draw the heat like police sketch artist
reach in the -rs-nal, meat fillet and eat for days
eat the street up, like when i see ’em
knife in between ’em
lights off, nightcrawler
rip the sheets up!
one n-gga dead, two n-ggas dead, three up
get up, k!ll up everybody in the house with the nina
not bury the body, gotta carry the body
’till they see us, in the back seat with the c-section cleaver
i got an erection with no protection, give her infected needles
and i tested positive for -rs-nic ??? in this cathedral
red dead bodies full of lead, bl–dy bed, that’s what i said
when i head directly to the meat, watch for the feds and
i’m smoking pineapple headband, hand cannon
ran up in your house, demand a ransom
circ-mstances, murder ?dance and one?
reach in the back, then act, kidnapping your grandson
pull the sheets back and release tactical handguns

[hook] x2
red dead bodies
that’s how we like it!

[verse 3: brotha lynch hung]
baby don’t cry
dry your eyes
your mom and daddy dies by me sticking an ice pick in their eyes
i got you a little surprise
n-gga nuts and guts and look at this
n-gga, what the f-ck i took a hit
right in the b-tches thighs
lec’d it when i wreck it, check it
leave a b-tch b-tt naked in seconds
cut a b-tch up in little sections
you should have protection, a weapon
spyderman had a weapon, crept in
you should never be slept in
kevin’s eating up midsections
bet i’m leaving bleeding
he’s wet and sweating
double kicking n-ggas like tekken, and yet i’m
leaving n-ggas like a jet, and settin
bombs up for the weapon, let ’em
he don’t really wanna test ’em
unless i’m leavin then he might test ’em
?nine s-x ’em?
siccer than joe pesci, leaving the bedroom messy, messy
just ’cause your b-tch wanna have s-x with me
she gonna end up becoming my recipe
lying dead next to me
cause n-ggas be falling off like sesame seeds, trust me
i won’t call it off, he was messing with me, he rusty

[hook] x2
red dead bodies
that’s how we like it!

- brotha lynch hung lyrics

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