Brotha lynch hung mdk

Brotha Lynch Hung] Watchin' a bitch scream, yeah, buddy, it wasn't as bloody as it seems Wrap you up in duck tape This time I was sniffin' cocaine I be havin' bad dreams and I want brains A midnight killer, like it's a fucking video game I'm rippin' and fuckin' the beat, nigga, game fuck [Hook x2 ] [Verse 4: Season Of Da Sicc. Trizz] Ey, Lynch, is that a blunt?

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Brotha Lynch Hung ft. Murder, death, kill, we hungry Murder, death, kill, we hungry And I got bodies in the trunk, some of that cayenne pepper Midnight just passed, better keep your eyes on Lector I'm hidin' in your closet with a machete and trash bags Spaghetti your insides, get ready, I been died Dead like a zombie Backpack full of that crack that'll make you go hug mommy Mo' drugs on me I'm too nice, but don't make me get that butcher knife cause I do slice Television say I'm a monster, they look at me like I'm Ed Gein, guts in a box, red sin And givin' bitches head drama, I'm way worse I scrape the skin off your back and make a human skin purse Cuttin' this meat, Strange is invited to eat Murder, death, kill, we hungry Murder, death, kill, we hungry Murder, death, kill, we hungry Murder, death, kill, we hungry Murder, death, kill, we hungry Murder, death, kill, we hungry Murder, death, kill, we hungry Murder, death, kill, we hungry Ey, Lynch, is that a blunt?

I feel alone to myself, so depressing Stressed out, hectic, come close and get yo' neck slit Reckless, rippin' shit out and brootha it as the message Guts on your doorstep, wake ya up for breakfast Send it out to Lynch for Dinner and a movie Had the cops confused when they investigate, who, me?

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Trizz - MDK - Lyrics 2, views. Brotha Lynch Hung Feat. Trizz] Ey, Lynch, is that a blunt? Season Of Da Sicc.

Murder, death, kill, we hungry Murder, death, kill, we hungry Murder, death, kill, we hungry Murder, death, kill, we hungry Murder, death, kill, we hungry Murder, death, kill, we hungry Murder, death, kill, we hungry Murder, death, kill, we hungry Lyrics powered by www.

I'm wes craven on paper So plug yo pussy clips Cause i get sicker than a sifilous dick And yo mama won't like my shit nigga Admit if you was sittin up in yo room hi Ltnch up in yo tape deck ready to write yo tape next Me i do hot sex Razor blade and alcohol swarzanigga ceremonial ripsneck Then i write my shit next So feel yo insides and yo intestins when you mix me wit The wisky tell'em situation risky wit a nailgun through Yo eye you will I got this endo suckin me dry I got this slut bitch suckin me dry Bout to wet the bed up It was the perfect setup Bloody sheets bloody sheets No body no body No murder weapon I got this endo suckin me dry I got this slut bitch suckin me dry It was the perfect setup Bout to wet the bed up Bloody sheets No body no body No murder weapon.

Brotha Lynch Hung] Watchin' a bitch scream, yeah, buddy, it wasn't as bloody as it seems Wrap you up in duck tape This time I was sniffin' cocaine I be havin' bad dreams and I want brains A midnight killer, like it's a fucking video game I'm rippin' and fuckin' the beat, nigga, game fuck [Hook x2 ] [Verse 4: When we found you you were nothing Now you are our nothing Is there room for unrest Die I feel alone to myself, so depressing Stressed out, hectic, come close and get yo' neck slit Reckless, rippin' shit out and give it as the message Guts on your doorstep, wake ya up for breakfast Send it out to Lynch for Dinner and a movie Had the cops confused mkd they investigate, who, me?

Trizz Brotha Lynch Hung. Roll that Lymch it with the cocaine, a nigga need to smoke that Forgot to take my Prozac, I'm tryin' to get my zone back Shakin' and twitchin', ready to kill a nigga, oh snap!

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Fuck jail, them niggas gon' have to shoot me Goin' down fightin' on trial if they sue me Fire up this doobie, spit a bloody [? Siccmade music comin up out yo seat Catch the reeper night crawler creeper Dig a ditch get a bitch nigga dig a lynnch deeper I'ma take yo head with this street sweeper Leave yo brains on yo speaker Smash off in yo jeep Do the bitches i'ma get real hostle Get the signal model in stroddle Smash down on the throddle More scratch than lucky luciano Serve more mutha fuckas than gronnup Creep up on ya like hkng Send on to ya forehead and then like they said i fled Cause i'm the type of nigga that'll leave a horse head in ya bed Take ya wife rape her no caper Tie the bitch to the bed Don't push me cause i'm close to the edge Real lunatic and sicc-fed And thats some sentimental shit I just might drip cream from my dick When i'm off that Smirnoff gin mix with o.

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Mdk Brotha Lynch Hung Feat. Please click here if you are not redirected within a hunng seconds. Roll that Lace it with the cocaine, a nigga need to smoke that Forgot to take my Prozac, I'm tryin' to get my zone back Shakin' and twitchin', ready to kill a nigga, oh snap!

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