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brotha lynch hung – therapy session lyrics

block call, big nolove, my n-gga sav sicc, my n-gga bleezo
let’s get it in, to a phonk beta beat, you know what i’m saying?

[verse 1: bleezo]
i spit the acetous, sick and hazardous flow
schizophrenic for chips, so quick to flash on a hoe
rip adamant ’til the lynch’ll p-ss me the dro
’cause when i get the hatchet i’m cuttin’ sh-t in half at the door
a nuisance to the game
b-tch, i’m nefarious, etherious
even my therapist swear i’m a terrorist
various n-ggas snitchin’, tryna be a good samaritan
’til i leave ’em sleeping with the fishes: aquarius
ain’t no easy comparison
i’m a spitter who’s able to spit it exquisite
givin’ n-ggas the business within this sh-t
i’m so f-ckin ridiculous with this game y’all
mouthpiece cause m-ssacres, call me chainsaw
know some n-ggas that mop sh-t over 8 b-lls
sick and vicious, n-ggas can’t see me ’cause of they ray charles
yeah, hit the block with the napalm
with the coathanga strangla eatin’ n-ggas’ brains raw

[verse 2: brotha lynch hung]
yeah, spydie’s back
and he’s creeping around town like a siamese cat
i’ma fry these rats
me nolove, bleez and i need sav (and skitso)
i got flame mane, throw up the deuce when i g-ngb-ng
rippin’ his guts, sippin’ a cup of blood up
’bout to get in the cut, f-cking a n-gga nut up
n-gga, i’m serious, fast and furious
eddy murph’ delirious
sick in the brain
spittin’ the dangerous flow
pullin’ it out and i aim at his throat, oh
i get pie, apple pie, chevrolet, sever they
human anatomy, -ssault and battery had to be every day
i’m sick, need medicine, excedrin
i’m ahead of them, i’m a dead man walkin’ and it’s evident
gettin’ bread like i’m takin’ out the president
it is what i said it is, i’ma be rippin’ a n-gga up in a head again
better men the veteran is giving out the medicine and ever since amphetamine
my sentiments exactly, to the backseat with the black heat
hit ‘im in the head then i’m like a track meat ’til a n-gga get back, sleep
exactly, pull a n-gga cap to the backseat, get that deep then it’s that eat
i’ma eat people, lethal and he know, a heatseeker
he’s ether, please, give me the guns and them keys
i said give me the guns and them keys

[verse 3: sav sicc]
ey, all my n-ggas crippin’ and gang bang
so if a n-gga trippin’ then we makin’ your brains hang
my n-ggas never switch and we gon’ stick to the same thing
with this bundle of yola that i’m flippin to maintain
and i’m infamous, n-ggas’ll they get their liver split
i’m militant, i’ve been a crip, you n-ggas sound illiterate
n-gga i keep it one hundred like my cigarettes
articulate, come get a whiff of this n-gga, i’m venomous
i get high like a satellite
n-ggas know i spit fire, dragon fire
mc’s know i got an appet-te
(dark chest n-ggas fold when i grab the mic)
n-gga
and i’m sick like venereal
carry your body to give it a proper burial
hysteria, i’m spittin’ malaria through your stereo
spit the uzi and ooh wee like my n-gga montario
b-tch, i chew beats like full piranhas
bud light in my hand, provoking drama
the hoe don’t put the dough in my hand i’ma open-palm her
super fly, i turn the brokest mama to pocahontas
i roast any opponent that flows upon us
will hop out of that focus, unloading llamas
gun fight like it’s the c0ke from contra
but i keep a chrome katana
’cause when i’ve been smoking ganja i’m flippin them hoes blanka
we got that m-ss p-ss connect
if n-ggas try to smoke me i got that gas mask effect
my gat’ll blast caps the rent, so if i smash past your symbol
it’s a flash for no reason, you sweat my scr-p past the rent
ain’t no reason at all, the things were involved
the things when they fall
this n-gga wouldn’t even swing at a broad
get seen in a mall, catch you while he leavin’ the stall
right hook, left jab, back hand, steven seagal

[verse 4: brotha lynch hung]
chop, chop, to the head, leavin’ him red
red, dead bodies in the bed, cleaver in hand
i’m the kind to fryumup, with sionel my nuts
i’m nuts, i’m russian, i’m your highness
i’m the finest minus, yeah i got it covered like linus
i’m his thymus, i’m his primus, guns are shining
i’m in the lead and i’m bleeding
i prime guts i got sinus problems it’s the
spit like cocaine snorting mdma, gbc in it
eatin’ human beings like seasoning
coathanga strangla: believe in him
you can get cooked with the beavers creep
we even, we even-steven
i’m leavin’, no love bringing me cleaverwhich

[verse 5: big no love]
off top on my block n-ggas sick in the brain
i spit toxic and got ridiculous aim
my whole clique got ridiculous fame, spit syphilis flame
keep a b-tch with ridiculous brain
cut him into pieces when the trigger releases, my n-ggas in pieces
i’m squeezin’ if you give me a reason
i’m like lieutenant dan
give these n-ggas the business
i c-ck back, blow your brain all over your tenants
in it to win it, i fight ’till the finish
and have a b-tch lick my b-lls while i’m eating my spinach
everytime i turn my back somebody biting me in it
i pull her ovaries out and f-cking finally end it
raised up in the gaze like n-gga less
now i’m out, got some n-ggas on my hit list
sick sh-t, 666 sh-t, this sh-t i spit, my flip look ridiculous, yeah
and when i’m out in your place
c-ck back, pop that and put one in your face
never catch me slippin’ without out one in the waist
one under the pillow case and i keep one in the safe, n-gga

- brotha lynch hung lyrics

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