[Brotha Lynch Hung]
Lynch'll hold them at gunpoint
Fucking them up, my n***as go anguish
Smell the meadow of the nine in your nose, it goes
Boom, your brains are liquid, contains a liquid
The pain's that endangered shit you can't fuck with
'Cause now I got the motherfucking sickness
A bucking atheist, put triple six six sick shit
Sipping off the ??? of a nine, but at the same time, lickin' off the blood on my mind
Now the motherfucker's minds is fucked up, mixed up
And I treat them like a 40 and sip them up
A young n***a on the fiend for Brotha Hung
To take them on a state of a n***a Lynch theory
Crucifix style-ism, a six prism a circumcision ??? give 'em, I'm servin' venom, I hurt ???
And overdo them, put a nine to them a brain occurs
To let them know the Brotha Lynch is endangered
Shoot the n***a again with something prosperous
Something like some anti-gospel hits
Pain killer, the main thriller, the same n***a who
Back in the day came smooth with, my trigger goes boom
Even now my trigger goes click, 'cause Triple Six still got my clip
Then motherfuckers step up and Triple Six shit, my sickness kicks in
Fucking them in the asshole, blood on my dick skin
A n***a named Lynch killing infants and infants
A gangster style ???
Boom, n***as never seen me go rip guts
Blast, witness the baby hanging all out the bitch's ass
Me and Triple Six just laugh for the fuck of it
You die first, I die hella fast
But motherfuckers got something to say, I'm like
"Fuck 'em", facts coming straight from RJ
The Triple Six ??? load 'em up in the creek
Rocks up, hold 'em up on his feet
My n***as straight loaded off death stroke and venom and fuck with it
Give me some of that same shit ???
Triple Six shoot me up with ounces, make it hurt
Hit me with the arsenic acid and make it work
A n***a straight schizo walk the shit
Put my n***a's nine in my mouth and unload it
Boom, tripping 'cause it ain't no clip
Tripping 'cause it ain't ripping 'cause the blank won't hit
??? closer to death shit
The n***a Lynch made up his brain when he left it
Meaning I'll be back, meaning I'll stalk the motherfucker
Leaning back, cock the motherfucker
I'm a lay in my grave until another one of them comes to dig me up
Crazy as a motherfucker - and I'm in there
[HOOK]
Gettin' down, just for the funk of it
Gettin' down, just for the funk of it
Gettin' down, just for the funk of it
Gettin' down, just for the funk of it
[Sicx]
Let it be known, Mr Killer Tone, Mafia Devil Child
Creep blind, fuck a nine, about to go old school style
Give me the razor blade fade, the suicide
Slice my nuts and watch them bleed 'til my body runs dry
That's how I'm going out, fuck 'em all
(What about the family?) Like I said, fuck 'em all
I had to roll with a nine as my bat
Depending on a n***a gets a nine in my back
For the fuck of it I tell you why I'm devil blind
Drop the nine and dig the grave funk and kick it go for mine
??? who's n***a blind
???
What the fuck is he thinking of, the instincts
A 40 dog's down by precincts
A n***a's on lock down, the dirt on my skin so
??? schizo, ??? my pistol, is deep in your temple
The bullet hole stinks like an asshole ??? Killer Tone klepto
??? the Triple Six, ??? gusto Bounty's cutting off babies' dicks
And any god in sight who could stop me, shoot me up
And my n***a etch tetch the legacy, do 'em up
My motherfucking brother got to fuck it up
Here's my nine my n***a so what the fuck's up?
[HOOK]
[Brotha Lynch Hung]
I never thought I would use it, the Brotha Lynch ??? style
N***as thought I was straight gangsta but now
Straight remedy this, give me the kiss from a millimeter a clip
Boom, and that's how my trigger went
A n***a went schizo, crazy in fact
I went motherfucking atheist, but n***as didn't like that
But I'm a left my n***as without crying
They already got me in a grave without dying
Other n***as want me dead
N***as on my shit you know, trying to make a 20 out of 15 cents
Someone said though, to try to get studio time
Now Brotha Lynch ain't in no mood bullshit, fine
I get mines how I can get it, ???
I take it straight to the grave, all bullshit aside
The Brotha Lynch Hung carries a nine, I'm a load them like this
One in the clip, one in the brain
One in another n***a that try to claim insane
But ain't insane, ??? nightmare
Critical baby killer 'cause life's so pitiful
And if I was safe to carry an infant
Boom ??? boom ??? blood all over the room
Another chapter from a n***a young atheist
Clip's all empty and I'm gone watch my trigger go boom
[HOOK]
[Sicx]
The motherfuckers saw me coming
N***as never knew what's up, though
Drop the pistol and go for the throat bone
Stand in full flesh, a devil's in the making
A cross between a pit and a budded out Jamaican
Crazy, straight crazy they call me
Shit if it ain't the same n***a who threatened to trigger nail
His own son, fuck him, just let him live
Never know when I'm a need my devil kids
Paranoid of seed now
Is the reason I'm schizo, listen to my clip go
Killer Tone corrupt ???
You slept on my ass, now you wake up to a pile of shit
Grit your teeth to let your asshole bleed
Popping so much shit, you wipe your asshole bitch style
Meanwhile a bitch ain't a bitch 'til she's used to being a bitch
Trigger rich put the fucking gun up your pussy, bitch
Clip 15 preferred, raw grind on my nine introduces a new kind of sperm
Gunpowder that burns like chlamydia
So don't move while my gun runs into ya
Treat 'em like a bitch like they'd want to be treated instead of
Getting dicked, you get fucked by my Beretta
9 millimeter ??? gangster lean
I ran up in them with the vigor of a wolverine
It'll hurt you more than it'll hurt me, boom
Now her period's two weeks early
High dry, fuck American Pie
"Took my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry"
Now my n***as are getting loaded off of 40s and tye
Saying "this'll be the way that I die"
[X-Raided]
I'm claiming this'll be the day that I die
Letting a n***a bleed 'cause I shot a fucking hole in his eye
That n***a drank piss blood just because of my nine
Saying "please don't let me die"
I let the motherfucker die, the others cry, begged for their souls
I killed 50 people now I'm digging 50 holes
One got away, number 49 is running
He fell a few times, boom boom, I kept coming
You can run, but you can't escape
And if you want to know more, yo - buy my tape
I'm out of here
Go buy my shit, and I'm out of here
