Dead Bitch Lyrics - Mannibalector - Brotha Lynch Hung

Intro 

Talking 

[Verse 1: Brotha Lynch Hung] 

Send'em finna get butt naked (grrr) 

I don't know what happened, see I just saw a house 

An a lady up in the backroom 

An a cocaine had me dizzy I was hustle off that wet cigarettes 

So I don't know that gon do givin a nigga a permenant tattoo 

I spit poison, niggas call it kentrail, I'm mobb deep nigga an I think I got sickle cell 

Anyway, got to stay focus, got make sure this bitch gon smell 

I'mma cut the head off, send it to myself in the mail 

Bitch, it ain't no helpin' to yell, you gon make it quick a bitch 

Chewin muscles like lickerish, you wanted to die you'll get yo wish you bitish, 

Human meat is my favorite dish, and I bitches for kicks 

(Grrr) 

I'm a tyrannosaurus rex, unpredictable I dont know victim's door next 

Get the stick in you torso or more so, cut'em up it was the main course tho 

Zip'em up an lock'em up in the zip lock cloth. 

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[Hook: Brotha Lynch Hung] 

I did'n know (now I'm talkin' to a dead bitch) 

I did'n know (now I'm packin' up a dead bitch) 

I did'n know (now I'm sippin' off a dead bitch) 

I did'n know (I don't be trippin' off a dead bitch) 

I did'n know (I was toungin' to a dead bitch) 

I did'n know (I was study fuckin' a dead bitch) 

I did'n know (I was tonkin' off a dead clik) 

I did'n know (now I'm nuttin' on a dead bitch) 

[Verse 2: Brotha Lynch Hung] 

(Grrr) 

Now I'm smokin' on some loud, head up in the clouds (coff) 

An I get to the gas station, ride hella miles 

Put the body somewhere 

Cut up the bodies nigga, I'm leave one there and one there 

It was sum like a nightmare, kiss her and slit nigga, 

I don't fight fair or might there 

I told you I be high 

24/7 always hella drunk and ready to die 

Turned up 

Sum's wrong with my head I might be burnt up 

Brain tells gon extra ending the game all long 

Twelve o clock midnight I run through ya house 

Opposites is quiet as a mouse, we in ya hall way 

An I'm eyed grape in the garage I waited all day 

Scratchin' at ya dressa with a knife 

After I'm done it's about to be a messenger tonight 

Kept runnin (runnin), the bitch she made a left and a right 

And you can tell by the smell it's a murder session tonight. 

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[Hook: Brotha Lynch Hung] 

Refrain 2x 

[Outro] 

Chasing his mother through the house 

[Brotha Lynch Hung] 

Come here bitch 

Continuing chasing his mother through the house 

[Brotha Lynch Hung] 

Open the door! Ma! 

Ma! open the door 

You lock the... 

Open the door! 

Open the door bitch! 

Brotha Lynch Hung opens the door stabbing his mother 

[Brotha Lynch Hung] 

Ha.now... i...told... you... i...was... gon... fuckin... kill... come in... fuckin... kill... you... you... fuckin... bitch! 

Brotha lynch hung panics after killin his mother and calls travis o guin 

Travis o guin: this travis 

Brotha lynch hung: A trav damn man, I think I just killed my mom man 

Travis o guin: you, you 

Brotha lynch hung: naw, naw I ran up in there man and this lady I saw her 

Travis o guin: Lynch! 

Brotha lynch hung: I was high an everything man just fuckin killed her man 

Travis o guin: slow down, slow down 

Brotha lynch hung: I got her in the closet, I got her in the closet bro I just fuckin did it I stab her and... 

Travis o guin: Lynch!, Lynch! 

Brotha lynch hung: what!, what! I just killed her man I ran up in the house man I did even give a fuck 

I was so high man what, what! 

Travis o guin: Lynch man your mother been dead for years what are you talkin about man 

Brotha lynch hung: what!, what! 

Travis o guin: your mom, your mom been dead for years i.i... don't understand is this a what are you talkin 

About man 

Brotha lynch hung: Are you fuckin serious, well a fuck it I'mma do this then!, fuck it! shoots himself 

Travis o guin: Lynch, Lynch! u there... alright man... ah... yeah 

STRANGE MUSIC! 

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