brotha lynch hung - the lynch who stole xmas lyrics

oh u is a sick b-tch ur brotha oh well i lynch hung
take ur lungs i am zen when i flung that piece
into my crown i am the example
to be made according torrents
thornish well u chicken looks so cornish
bon appet-te have ur brother suckle from that teet
sickness greet mistle toes i thistle at u hoe
i hope sickness get atomic missled bristle suck u up
dont disturb a vacc-med room dewey
sh-t is screwy