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BROTHA LYNCH HUNG lyrics : "The Corpse Came to Dinner"

[Verse 1]
It's a must that I bust any strap ya hand ta me
It's inherited, it runs in the family

^!$$%z in the town got pounds of beef
Threaten a ^!$$%z life, make it sound so sweet
I peel 'em back like corn-on-the-cob, cap peel 'em

Make 'em sound like a !@^% on the job
Witta Mac in the backpack, fulla that crack sack
Gettin' it off (Better have my mutha$#&@in money)

(*##$ where my siccmade 'til I die %#@!, nobody saw
So I was able ta wipe the blood off the hallway walls
Ain't got nothin ta live for

Can't even trust a (*##$, might have ta leave her alone
Ma had ta dig a ditch, %#@! so rigorous
Dealin' wit hataz, snitchaz, and (*##$az, get they brains gone

Find a new home, you one life is gone
Cuz I'm O-One, check the clock
And if these walls could talk, mutha$#&@az'll be shot

I'm about ta go 51-50, got nobody wit me
Stressed out like Whitney, Bobby Brown, weed and whiskey
Smokin' Newports, no support

But like Too Short I keep it goin'
Shootin' up forts, who in this sport wanna $#&@ wit me
Come on the court, rippin' out insides

Puttin' stains on thangs, that's when I rip-ride
And I slip-slide through the Gardens witta bloody t-shirt, it won't hurt
Look at this way, 6 feet deep in the dirt won't hurt

Flirtin' wit murda, I leave 'em unheard of
And I'm sicca than period pads drippin'
All over your hands gettin'

The back seat or the trunk, it's your choice
Dead or alive, smothered and fried
The way you better uncover your eyes, I'm in the skies

Witta 9 tryin' ta take out your spine
Nobody know crime, throw up that sicc sign
And strike hard like stricc-nine

No recovery, you other G ^!$$%z betta duck
Leave you in the tuxed up
Psycho, off the wall like Michael

Always paranoid cuz I be blowin' out that nitro
All day, every day, murda spray, got you in Glad Bags
Headed for the pad, and you can ask my dad

I was a scavenger, 14 years old eatin' scabs
Graduated ta ^!$$% meat, but I don't wanna brag
$#&@ Jeffry Dohmer, he a mutha$#&@in !@$)

I got ^!$$% nuts and guts in the bag, draggin' 'em ta the pad

[Chorus]

(Corpse came ta dinner)
Ziplock, body-bag, toe-tag, wet t-shirt, black mask
Ziplock, body-bag, toe-tag, wet t-shirt, black mask

(Corpse came ta dinner)
Ziplock, body-bag, toe-tag, wet t-shirt, black mask
Ziplock, body-bag, toe-tag, wet t-shirt, black mask

(Corpse came ta dinner)
Ziplock, body-bag, toe-tag, wet t-shirt, black mask
Ziplock, body-bag, toe-tag, wet t-shirt, black mask

(Corpse came ta dinner)
Ziplock, body-bag, toe-tag, wet t-shirt, black mask
Ziplock, body-bag, toe-tag, wet t-shirt, black mask


[Verse 2]
$#&@ under the influence, I'm hella $#&@ed up

Swervin' down the freeway, spillin' my cup
Tryin' take you out this rap on the Underbelly
He ain't %#@!, he 'bout ta be in the trunk smelly

By me and my Relly, you never know
Whatever tho, I got auto magazines and that weak intro
What you got against me?

Don't you know I rip ^!$$%z up, turn 'em ta minced meat
Well if you got some sense, beat it, like raw eggs
I used ta have hella homies, now they all hate

But I'ma leave it alone, I'm on my own like a voodoo ^!$$%
If a ^!$$% want ta get ate, what would you do ^!$$%
I was too cool wit 'em, group of ^!$$%z and they tripped on me

Gave 'em a little bit of fame, then they dipped on me
But you know, it's all in the game, tell the crip homie
Ta hit 'em witta slug in the brain, that's what you get from me
Crash dummy, your careers defected
And you ain't sold a record last time I checked it

You just keep knockin', I feel disrespected
Now your neck got disconnected by the Lynch Hung necklace
Hey, I leave 'em red, and I don't eat the head
Let the Tec spit and chop ^!$$%z down ta the ground like Judge Dread
Come up in the door lookin' just like a fed

And you call yourself a rap vet
Get out the bed, and let me $#&@ her like she should be $#&@ed
All in the butt, wit the 9 milly, swallowin' nut
And you see me in black clothes, creepin' from the back
Don't know how ta act, black blankets fulla Mac's

I use 'em for !@*%s and full body sacks
Better not let your daughter out, end up in the slaughter house
Chokin' and spittin', chest open and bleedin'
And me $#&@in' her from the back, and I hope for you ta see it


[Chorus]
(Corpse came ta dinner)
Ziplock, body-bag, toe-tag, wet t-shirt, black mask
Ziplock, body-bag, toe-tag, wet t-shirt, black mask
(Corpse came ta dinner)
Ziplock, body-bag, toe-tag, wet t-shirt, black mask

Ziplock, body-bag, toe-tag, wet t-shirt, black mask
(Hey Folks, open the door ^!$$%)
Ziplock, body-bag, toe-tag, wet t-shirt, black mask
Ziplock, body-bag, toe-tag, wet t-shirt, black mask
(Nah, nah, open the trunk)
Ziplock, body-bag, toe-tag, wet t-shirt, black mask
Ziplock, body-bag, toe-tag, wet t-shirt, black mask

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