Murder Over Hard Lyrics - Dinner & A Movie - Brotha Lynch Hung

I just got off the phone with DJ Kat 

(Roberto, let's do it!) 

It was murder over hard, like I like my eggs 

Eat 'em up, she don't need no motherfuckin' grave 

We in love, me and murder, we tight like vice grips 

She don't know the raw, I like my murder over hard 

Yeah, I got some different, I'm grippin' the samurai 

I'll be damned if I spit at your bitch and I am denied 

I'm John Allen Muhammad, my son is John Malvo 

Snipin' at you rappers and there ain't no need for I.V. 

Or I.D. or poisonous ivy, nigga, try me 

Now so niggas'll bubble up like some fried meat 

Now those niggas won't try me, I got a variety 

They try to be, lie to me, tell me that nigga's tight as me 

Like the type that eats meat, I'll eat and not eat, I like the raw meat 

Pussy meat, push me, I'll put you right in the saw seat 

I'll cut your head open, it's Spidey, he's off the opium 

Scopin' 'em right out the trunk and I'm 'bout to open 'em 

I don't really wanna cope with the "Lynch is fallin' off" shit 

I'm puttin' bodies in bags and haulin' off shit 

I'm in the lobby with magnifiers and y'all's kids 

I'm 'bout to burn 'em, you better come out, y'all bitches 

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Shit, real shit 

What I talk about'll make you run out the house and kill shit 

I've got famous from layin' 'em all out, sprayin' 'em all up 

Like grave dig, put the shovel in the face and spin the corner 

Long ride, jump out the doghouse with the cartoon nina 

If we leave anything like she breathin', we eatin', leave clean-up 

Mean muggin' to get your spleen tucked when I squeeze nina 

Meat cuttin', the meat market, put your shot? 

Cock it to back, mean snub-nose out the front seat of the 

He knows we killin' up shit like Vietnam and I'm leavin' 'em 

Hangin' there, like puttin' seasoning, beats with a machine 

Deep-freezin' 'em, cut 'em evenly in half after the meat is done 

And I don't even need to finish this verse, y'all know I'm shit 

Like potty training, I'm a be aimin' at targets hit 

I mean, choppin' it up, cock it and lock it, like hot in the oven 

Hot and ready, kidnapped in public (I like mine over easy) 

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This is all I think about, this is all I talk about 

Trust me, if I cut off his legs, then he won't be walkin' out 

Sacramento king, I don't wanna get Adam Vinatieri on him 

I just klack him with the thing, wrap 'em up and then have at a nigga's spleen 

That's what happened on the scene (What happened?) Dinner and a 

Took him to the dinin' room and I'm splittin' him up like Bobby and Whitney 

Nobody gettin' him up, sippin' on a cup of blood, right out the wine glass 

Sittin' by the fireplace with a nigga's brains in my plate 

I'm as hard as they come, I make niggas hard 

When I spit to bitches, they come right out they leotards 

I clean it up with my tongue, I love to eat skin 

I like them bitches you really could sink your teeth in 

Somebody save me, I'm 'bout to go off the deep end 

You think I'm strange now, just wait 'til this weekend 

Invite her to dinner and stab it in her