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BROTHA LYNCH HUNG lyrics : "My Mind Ain't Right"

Whats up man?

[Lynch] Whats that?


Its that prozac


[Lynch] How many - how many milligrams is that?

%#@!, five hundred. Better watch out for these boys


[Lynch] Let me get some of that. I NEED it


Hahaha... %#@!. What the $#&@s wrong with you boy. Whats up..

[Chorus]

See - my mind ain't right - I got personal issues
Bout to drop your family off a box of some tissues
Cause they won't find your body - shine your lobby

With flashlights - run in your spot time the robbery

[Verse 1]

Last night ran in your spot - blinded the other three
Talkin to my A-K forty seven like cover me
I'm goin' in - here I go again

Back to $#&@in' with that O-8 English mixed with gin
Back to tuckin' %#@! thats cold make things rip your chin
Crack your dome I'm takin' gold thangs - shake mixed with cocaine

No brain - ^!$$% it ain't no thang to
Run up on you with the rain leavin blood stains - who
Wanna $#&@ with me - the psycho of the city

I spit poison like poison boy back in the eighties
And it ain't pretty - the Sacramento Frank Nitty
The black version - all you heard is the Mac burstin'


[Chorus]
My mind ain't right - I got personal issues

Bout to drop your family off a box of some tissues
My mind ain't right - I got personal issues
Bout to drop your family off a box of some tissues

Cause they wont find your body - shine your lobby
With flashlights - run in your spot time the robbery


Six minutes to get in and out - play time
Run up in your house with the toys - don't say nuthin'


[Verse 2]
See somethin' ain't right - I'mma need some prozac ^!$$%
Mentally off balance and it shows in my tracks ^!$$%

Smokin' on a pack of cigarettes and malt liquor
Put your brains on a plate for dinner - like Dr. Lector
Red spot your sweats up - only one slice and your necks cut

Squirtin' out that red stuff - all over your dinette stuff
Drippin' into your living room - Im dippin' through your stash
Wheres my cash - don't make me take it out your $$#

Don't make me take it out on your family - $#&@ your thug homies
Who mug on me - I plug homies with slugs homie
Thought you really knew me but you - don't even know me

All you know is I drink O-E - thats from the songs ^!$$%
You $#&@in' with the wrong ^!$$% bout to get touched up
Like car paint - O-E and weed - is how my breath stank

Spittin' at your war tank - for the more bank
Thats the only reason what you ^!$$%z think - I got problems


[Chorus]
My mind ain't right - I got personal issues
Bout to drop your family off a box of some tissues

My mind ain't right - I got personal issues
Bout to drop your family off a box of some tissues
Cause they wont find your body - shine your lobby

With flashlights - run in your spot time the robbery

Six minutes to get in and out - play time

Run up in your house with the toys - don't say nuthin'

(shhhhh)


[Verse 3]
Post your comments here - on my mother$#&@in' !@*%
So $#&@ that ^!$$% - I put his guts in a black sack
And in the back of the black S-U - ever since I was a test tube baby

I been sicker than Reservoir Dogs with the rabies
Just - smother it in gravy it'll work for me - but you forgot
^!$$%z better pay me I don't work for free
Mix the O-8 and the gin and I'm like Hercules
Bout to - hurt your knees with these two two-threes

Make you hop like - Ju Ju Bees right off the mother$#&@in' canvas
Its like liver and chitlins you ^!$$%z can't stand this
I deliver the rip spit %#@! - that get ridda (*##$ quick %#@!
Hit ^!$$%z with tips and split %#@! in half like citrus
And I dips dips - to the honeycomb - money gone

Now these ^!$$%z mad 'cause I own %#@! and release my own %#@!
And got chrome grips and hollow tips - pointed at your face
Open your mouth - straight - ointment to the face

[Chorus]

Cause my mind ain't right - I got personal issues
Bout to drop your family off a box of some tissues
My mind ain't right - I got personal issues
Bout to drop your family off a box of some tissues
Cause they wont find your body - shine your lobby
With flashlights - run in your spot time the robbery


Six minutes to get in and out - play time
Run up in your house with the toys - don't say nuthin'

shhhh

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