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brotha lynch hung - sit in that corner lyrics

no
sit in that f-ckin’ corner b-tch
(no just sit in that f-ckin’ corner and shut the f-ck up b-tch)
should’ve kept you off the internet
just sit in that f-ckin’ corner b-tch
shut the f-ck up

verse 1
razorblade the nipples, baby breastfeed me
i just saw your face on the tv, look at that, and they already think you’re laying six feet deep
took a nap, now they on the news talking ’bout how they want the hooker back
i gave her back to ’em, but not before i took a bat, bashed her in the head
bathed in it and played in it and smashed in the shev back to the hideout
sh-t, i took a machete and dug 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 ripgut, 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!
(where’s 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
(sh-t you should’ve told him you wanted sum umm d-mn christian louis vuittons)
sit in that corner b-tch
(now i’m about to cut you, and heat you and beat you and eat you b-tch)

verse 2
she asked me for a cigarette, here you go b-tch bet
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 water they get their brains washed
i’m in the kitchen with the ithaca ripping your b-tches’ britches
and b-tchin to get you to split the guts
outta my mouth, i’ma get that outta my house
by cooking it and eating it and then i’m sh-tting it out
like i do mc’s, you 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 their period, i’m serious now
it’s about to take 3 hours like ham hogs
trust me i’m tryna feed all them kids and the d-mn dog
i don’t wan no ransom i’m sicker than charles manson, and some
like chucky i’m cutting the b-tt cheeks

chorus
sit in that f-cking corner b-tch!
(yes, it’s just about an hour left before dinner, you wanna watch a movie?)
sit in that corner b-tch!
(instead of popcorn, i got popcorn alligator, you want some?)
sit in that f-cking corner b-tch!
(okay, well uhm, i gotta p-ss, so um, you need something to drink?)
sit in that corner b-tch!
(i also got diarrhea too, so uh, you want a milkshake?)

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