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Brotha Lynch Hung 

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1 Die 1 

(chorus) x2 

Die!, i choose before you 

One by one we will pick you 

You will die! 

(fuck it... psychological) 

Verse one: 

Siccmade music comin up out yo seat 

Catch the reeper night crawler creeper 

Dig a ditch get a bitch nigga dig a ditch 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 dunnup 

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.e. i'm hard and wet 

O.e. kept tellin' me no 

But this smirnoff gin kept tellin' me yes 

Mess maker raper 

All about my paper 

Throw yo hands over yo eyes 

As yo thoughts intensify yo will (die!) 

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(chorus) x2 

(deep voice) 

Greetings.have a seat 

Let me be the first to actually greet you to the basement 

We've heard you've been busy 

Ahaha we've heard you've been busy 

We've learn from above that you've been 

Doin' a little bit of this 

Doin' a little bit of that 

Stealing peoples scratch 

Stabbin' in the back 

We don't think its fair! 

When we found you you were nothing 

Now you are our nothing 

Is there room for unrest 

Die... you will! 

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(chorus) 

I promise 

Verse two: 

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 

Loaded 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 

(chorus) x4 

Thats why we die x8 

Thats my name don't wear it out 

You don't know about my whereabouts