Brotha Lynch Hung - The Corpse Came To Dinner Lyrics
Its a must that I bust any strap you hand to me its inherited it runs in theFamily nigga in the town got pounds of beef threaten a niggas life make itSound so sweet I peel em back like corn on the cob cap pillem make em soundLike a whore on the job with a mak in the back pak hittin em off.(***** betta have my money, ***** where my money? )Sicmade till I die shit nobody saw so I was able to wipe the bllod off the hallWay walls I aint got nothing to live for cant even trust a ***** might have toLeave her alone I had to dig a ditch shit so rigoris dillin withHaters,snitches,and *****es get there brains gone find a new home, one life isGone and Im on one check the clock and if these walls could talk motha*****asWould be shot Im bout to go 51/50 got nobody with my stressed out likeWhitney,bobby brown,weed,and whisky smoking newports no support by like to tooShort I keep it going shootin up force who in the sport wanna ***** with me cumOn the courts rippin out insides puttin stains on thangs thats when I ripinRide and I slipn slide throught the gardens with a bloody t-shirt it wont hurtLook at it this way 6 ft deep in the dirt wont hurt flirtin with murda I leaveEm un heard of and Im sick of your period pads drippin all over your handsGetting in the back seat of the truck its your choice dead or alive smutheredAnd fried the way you bettaUncover yo eyes in in disguse witha 9 tryin to take out yo spine nobdy no crimeThro up that 6 sign and strike hard like a tek 9 no recovery you other g niggasBeta duck leave you in tuxed up cycle off the wall like micheal always perinoidCause I be blowin out that nitro all day everyday murder spray got you in gladBags headed frothe pad you can ask my dad I was a scanvenger 14 yrs old eatingScabs graduated from nigga meat but I dont wanna brag ***** jeffery dohmer hes aMotha*****n fag I got nigga nuts and guts in a bag draggin them to the pad.(zip lock,body bag,toe tag,wet t-shirt,black mask)2x(corpse came to dinner)repeat chorus 4 more x***** under the influence Im hella *****ed up swervin down the freeway spillin myCup tryin to tell you bout this rapper on the underbelly he aint shit he boutTo be in the trunk smelly by me and my relly you never know whatever though iGot automagazines and that weak n-tro what you got against me dont you know iRip niggas up turn them to minced meat so if you got some since beat it likeRaw eggs I used to have hella homies now they all hate but imma leave it aloneIm on my own like a voodoo nigga if a nigga wanted to get ate what would you doNigga I was too cool with a group of niggas and they tripped on me gave em aLittle nit of fame then they dipped on me but you know its all in the game tellA crip hommie to hit em with a slug at they brain thats what you get from meCrash dummie your careers defected and you aint sold a record last time iChecked it you just keep knockn I fell disrespected now yo neck gotDisconnected by the lynch hung necklace ahh I leave emm red and dont eat theHead let the tek spiT and chop niggas down to the ground like judge dred comeing through the doorLooking just like the feds and you call yo self a rap vet get out the bed andLet me ***** her like she should be *****ed all in the butt with a 9 milliSwallowing nut and you can see me in black clothes creepin from the back dontKnow how to act black blankets full of macs I usem as nut sacs and full bodySacs bet not let yo daughter out end up in the slaughter house chockin andSpittin chest open and bleedin and Im *****ing her from the back and I hope thatYou see about it.Chorus
