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brotha lynch hung - sit in that corner bitch! lyrics

[verse 1:]
razorblade to nipples, baby breastfeed me
i just saw your face on the tv and they already think you’re laying six feet deep
took a nap, now they on the news talking ’bout how they want the n-gg- back
i gave her back to ’em, but not before i took a bat, bashed her in the head
baved it, plated it and smashed in the shev back to the hideout
sh-t, i took a machete and dot her f-cking eyes out
now i’m on the internet, motherf-cker why not?
mysp-ce is my place; pick her up and tie knots
got her on the bed playing dead, f-ck it then i took her to the bathtub
and made her bl–dy red, no matter what he said
n-gg- he’s the ripper, i saw him slice a n-gg-‘s d-ck up
and cut a n-gg-‘s b-tch up, put her in the trash bag and that’s that
he’s on facebook, she’s in the sp-ce look

[chorus:]
sit in that f-cking corner b-tch!
(my motherf-cking razorblade)
(hey, i’m telling you b-tch, you better take me serious)
sit in that corner b-tch!
(remember when you got that computer for christmas?)
(yeah that’s why you’re here)
sit in that f-cking corner b-tch
[? ]
sit in that corner b-tch
(now i’m about to cut you, and eat you and heat you and beat you b-tch)

[verse 2:]
she asked me for a cigarette, here you go b-tch back
first pull out your t-tties and i promise i can get you wet
after i slit your neck, i keep ’em brainwashed, cut open the score
cold while they get their brains washed
i’m in the kitchen with a vivigar ripping your b-tches spliffining
and b-tchin to get you to split the guts
outta my mouth, i’m a get that outta my house
by cooking it and eating it and sh-tting it out
i can do mc, he won’t find sh-t all in the couch
sh-t in the bathroom and sh-t in the mouth
and razorblades and alcohol, sh-t in the pouch
like 50 b-tches on periods, i’m serious now
it’s about to take 3 hours like hand paws
trust me i’m tryna get all them kids in the d-mn dog
i don’t want ransom i’m sicker than charles manson, ansem
like chuckie i’m cutting your b-tt cheeks

[chorus:]
sit in that f-cking corner b-tch!
sit in that corner b-tch!
sit in that f-cking corner b-tch!
sit in that corner b-tch!

- brotha lynch hung lyrics

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