Sit In That Corner Bitch! Lyrics - Dinner & A Movie - Brotha Lynch Hung

No 

Sit in that fuckin' corner bitch 

(No just sit in that fuckin' corner and shut the fuck up Bitch) 

Should've kept you off the internet 

Just sit in that fuckin' corner bitch 

Shut the fuck up 

Verse 1 

Razorblade the nipples, baby breastfeed me 

I just saw your face on the TV, look at that, and they already think you're laying six feet deep 

Took a nap, now they on the news talking 'bout how they want the hooker back 

I gave her back to 'em, but not before I took a bat, bashed her in the head 

Bathed in it and played in it and smashed in the shev back to the hideout 

Shit, I took a machete and dug her fucking eyes out 

Now I'm on the internet, motherfucker why not? 

MySpace is my place; pick her up and tie knots 

Got her on the bed playing dead, fuck it then I took her to the bathtub 

And made her bloody red, no matter what he said 

Nigga he's the ripgut, I saw him slice a nigga's dick up 

And cut a nigga's bitch up, put her in the trash bag and that's that 

He's on Facebook, she's in the space look 

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Chorus 

Sit in that fucking corner bitch! 

(Where's my motherfucking razorblade) 

(Hey, I'm telling you bitch, you better take me serious) 

Sit in that corner bitch! 

(Remember when you got that computer for Christmas?) 

(Yeah that's why you're here) 

Sit in that fucking corner bitch 

(Shit you should've told him you wanted sum umm damn Christian Louis Vuittons) 

Sit in that corner bitch 

(Now I'm about to cut you, and heat you and beat you and eat you bitch) 

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Verse 2 

She asked me for a cigarette, here you go bitch bet 

First pull out your titties and I promise I can get you wet 

After I slit your neck, I keep 'em brainwashed, cut open the score 

Cold water they get their brains washed 

I'm in the kitchen with the Ithaca ripping your bitches' britches 

And bitchin to get you to split the guts 

Outta my mouth, I'ma get that outta my house 

By cooking it and eating it and then I'm shitting it out 

Like I do MC's, you won't find shit all in the couch 

Shit in the bathroom and shit in the mouth 

And razorblades and alcohol, shit in the pouch 

Like 50 bitches on their period, I'm serious now 

It's about to take 3 hours like ham hogs 

Trust me I'm tryna feed all them kids and the damn dog 

I don't wan no ransom I'm sicker than Charles Manson, and some 

Like Chucky I'm cutting the butt cheeks 

Chorus 

Sit in that fucking corner bitch! 

(Yes, it's just about an hour left before dinner, you wanna watch a movie?) 

Sit in that corner bitch! 

(Instead of popcorn, I got popcorn alligator, you want some?) 

Sit in that fucking corner bitch! 

(Okay, well uhm, I gotta piss, so um, you need something to drink?) 

Sit in that corner bitch! 

(I also got diarrhea too, so uh, you want a milkshake?)