Mr. Mann-A-bal Lector
It's all over the news right now
You couldn't have missed it

Do you have any idea what might of happened to them
Any idea at all
Everybody thinks you do

Not me, but lots of people do
Tell me what happened
(He died a violent death)


[Hook:]
He won't have a head no mo'

He won't have no bread no mo'
I won't have to get fed no mo'
He's D.O.A. (Dinner on Arrival) (*##$

Give him an-enem-o-vemom
And send em their endin'
10 of the minutes the minimum

I eat 10 of em
Tick-Tock on the clock taccin out many men
He's D.O.A. (Dinner on Arrival) [x2]


[Verse 1:]
I don't do it to get famous

Sumthin' bout the brainless aimless
Body with the stainless
I'm a be in the 6-4.

A Schizo talkin other language
Yo' maine which your brain split
I'm a commit the hit flow

Til the %#@! blow
This the foe
Gangin and banging

Lie in the playpen
With the stainless
Put his brain in my apron

Then I'm escapin
Staple his legs
When I get the OK

I'm tapin his legs
When I get to door
Breakin his legs

Want a omlet
Better be breakfast and eggs
Ducc from the bomb hit

They finn' to pay
Smoke when the bomb lift
They goin finn' pass it

Or they get the acid
I'm bakin' that $$# quicc
Rapin that $$# quicc

Ryhme sound like I be takin' acid

[Hook x2]


Maybe the reason your so paranoid
Is cause you smoke you much fuccin' !@!@&&

Wouldn't you think?

[Verse 2:]

I don't know
I just spit that %#@!
Like I do !@%!e (you do !@%!e)

I do hope
You get this %#@! quicc
Cause Spidy's broke (Spidy's broke)

I do choke
Got that %#@! that rip chinese dope
I do loc

I got crip %#@! in me like tiny loc
I ain't actin'
My nine milimeter make ^!$$%z do baccflips

Get with them minimum practice
Just hit them witta little gymnastics
My heat is plastic

I beat the !@$(
I eat that $$# quicc for dinner
The winner gets the meat
And I don't have to be the ^!$$% that spits the fastest
Mr.NASA A-S-A-P give me my cashes

Mummahed Ali ^!$$%z swoopin there $$#'s
Grizlock be beatin their $$#es
I leak mollasses couldn't see me after 24 karats of glasses
You ain't the only one who gots goons
%#@! that'o bloody up rooms

Rips that'o bloody up shoes
Pop the 64 pop the pistols
And I can get close enough
To hit those rocc to split those
You talk the good talk so walk the good walk

Get up and let's go
This the Mister piston niston sicc as this is
Get your kids quicc take'em and rape'em
This the siccness take'em and bake'em


[Hook x2]

It's quite obvious that people are addicted to your siccness
They all seem to be emulating you
Perhaps you should do something about that


[Verse 3:]
I just know
^!$$%z couldn't see me witta telescope (see me witta telescope)
I just hope
You tell'em Lynch Hung come so tell us hoe
Tell us Hoe
I got thicc big (*##$ so smell this dope

I mean sniff this !@%!e
It's the rip vic %#@! drip out his nose
I don't need this
I carry a machete and I rip the cleveage
I carry 'em and bury 'em I'm leavin 'em deep six
Marin' and nall bearin' when I grind the teeth grip
I prefer a deep dish I'm a be hidin behind 'em witta meat clever

Momma be cryin I'm fryin with tha heat seeker
Probably be tryin' comin' with the heat seek %#@!
Peter Parker AKA Coat Hanga Strangla
They may pray but the Lynch is hangin'em
After she dead Lynch Hung is bangin' guts STRANGE
Ain't no tamin' us
We get your brains and veins and bringin' them with us

Getta tat and bang it with us
One thang we insane and bring'en it up
My tongue hangin when I'm aimin' aimin' at the guts
^!$$% loc to da brain all wraped in one
Hot dog $$# ^!$$%z get wrap in the bun
Tongue slit neck brains' hangin' with Hung
The real siccness is bacc so get it and run

I'm a get this %#@! and attack when I aim at his done
I'm a get this %#@! and pack when I aim at his done
Siccness get your dick split

[Hook x2]

I can't control my own mind (my own mind)

(Is that so)
My mind It's uncontrolable
(Well just keep coming bacc and we'll figure it out)
So many answers I can give you
(But worry to much)
So many answers I can give you
(All right I'll see you tommorrow)
[Laughs]