Sweeney Todd Lyrics - Mannibalector - Brotha Lynch Hung

[Intro: Lauren Brinson] 

The demon barber Sweeney Todd is the English boogieman, the character 

Older children call upon to frighten their friends and younger children 

Unruly youngsters are cautioned against misbehaving with threats 

Of being attacked by Sweeney, and served up in a meat pie 

[Brotha Lynch Hung] 

(*Inhaling and coughing*) 

Y'all better be high when y'all hear this 

This shit is a little different. 

(*Couching and exhaling*) 

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[Verse 1] 

Okay, let me spit this scripture 

After I kill a nigga I pull out the phone and take a quick picture 

Niggas call me Sweeney Todd cause I cut 'em up and make Philly steaks 

Bend the bones and they really break, then refrigerate, I'm a sixer 

I saw some shit when I was six and it got my head fucked up 

Told my mama homegirl played with my dick (I'm serious, son) 

And it felt sick, then about six minutes later it got thick 

Then I been nuttin' on they faces ever since 

I think I'm missin' the brain 

I be sewin' up skin suits and hangin' 'em up in the closet 

The rest, I throw that bitch in the bay 

I really should keep takin' my Prozac 

Cause I'll make your door wet in a throwback jersey, Tony Dorsett 

Baby's mamas suckin' they kid's dick is what I witness 

I slit that bitch in the wrist when I seen that shit, God is your witness 

I watched her bleed all over the couch, then the bitch start screamin' 

So I put the duct tape all over her mouth, after death, start eatin' 

Shit, I'm a motherfuckin' barber 

With a straight razor and I'm the reason they keep findin' things in the harbor 

I brag about it, wrote letters to the police, I don't give a fuck 

I put that nine millimeter to your head before they lock me up 

I know, you lookin' for them tight rhymes in the night time 

I shine and I spit harder than a pipeline when I write mine 

So I ain't worried about your light lines, nigga 

I just want your lifeline, for some reason your rap sound just like mine 

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[Verse 2] 

Okay, let me spit this scripture 

Niggas want me to fall and you can see it like a picture 

I throw it like a pitcher, you can catch it like a back catcher 

Hit you up in the helmet, the ref won't like it, that's suspected 

Strip 'em butt-naked, eat it for breakfast, bitch, I cut them sections up 

You don't believe it, but they up in the freezer, they all sectioned up 

I like meat, I just started eatin' vegetables 

Hit 'em with the AK-47, now he's a vegetable 

See, ready, set, go, behead 'em, family, let go 

I'm about to let Tech know, then we 'bout to wet cess, oh! 

Then I'm 'bout to have sex, oh! Then I'm 'bout to slit necks, no! 

Then I'm 'bout to get wet 

I'm a hostile and it's possible that I cut you up so much 

That it ain't no need for the hospital 

Math couldn't even make you logical 

You tryin' to fuck with me, that's who, that's why your whole roster broke 

So many can take this rum, I better watch my back 

These niggas'll pop at me, but nigga, I'll pop right back 

[Outro] 

Strange Music, in the house 

(*Inhaling and coughing*) 

Smokin' weed, all day 

Get ready, fully loaded 

Your boy Spiderman 

Seven on the motherfuckin' beat 

And of course, Rob Rebeck, you nah'mean? 

Shout outs to Tech N9ne, Kutt Calhoun, Krizz Kaliko, Stevie Stone 

Cali Bear Gang, Tall Cann G, COS 

Special shout out to my nigga Mellow Yellow 

And my nigga Hopsin for gettin' on the tracks with me 

G-Macc, Trizz, ¡Mayday!, Irv Da Phenom, my nigga G-Smooth 

You nah'mean? Hold up 

(*Inhaling and coughing*) 

Chaplin Studios 

Thank you for havin' me back 

You nah'mean? 

It's your boy, aka Spiderman, in the motherfuckin' house 

And I'm out. and I'm out 

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