[Skit]
Little Girl: What happens when we die?
Woman: We return to the place that we came from
Little Girl: I don't remember where I came from
Woman: Nor do I
Man 1: If I wanted to kill somebody, I'd get this boot and I'd beat you to death with it, and I wouldn't feel a thing. It'd be just like walking to the drugstore
Man 2: (unintelligible speaking)
[Verse 1: Brotha Lynch Hung]
I see dead rappers
Daddy got a problem, you don't act right
Bitch if you was my daughter, I would say you was off the crack pipe
But that's my confession, should've watched the ID channel at random and now you in the bed with the IV
You told me when you left, you was going with Tiny, but Tiny just called, you said I can't find me
I was going 90, 20 minutes Iater, I was hiding under the bed, now you can't find me
You shoulda never made it where you sleep alone, you shoulda got the pistol when you hung up the phone
I slit ya fucking throat and put ya head in the closet, I gave it all away like a money deposit
You shoulda never told me where you keep the loan, so now I'm bout to eat you like a Al Capone
Put your brain in the oven for din-din, a win-win, and I would like to chew on your [?] with a grin-grin
Now I'm gonna wait in the kitchen, my stomach's still growling I'm waiting for you to come in-in
My stomach's still growling I'm waiting for you to come in-in, I see your GPS, you should be here by 8:10
Now you know you're sweating like a 350 engine, oh I see your lights pulling up in the driveway, I say, butcher knife, I eat it my way
Kick your wife and your kids put 'em in MySpace, pretty little box, that I keep in my wine safe
Cut your fucking back, get you down to the throat, start to nut, at the driveway, hop in the ride, start it up
I don't have to get bloody but if I do have to get money
I will hide around the corner with the knife ready to cut better get running
I can pull up money then [???] gotta get it to where I don't have to get hit you with the meat cleaver I don't matter it don't matter cause I see her chopped up like a meat chuck with the heat stuff
I don't give a fuck but 'em in the back of the truck
Little Girl: What happens when we die?
Woman: We return to the place that we came from
Little Girl: I don't remember where I came from
Woman: Nor do I
Man 1: If I wanted to kill somebody, I'd get this boot and I'd beat you to death with it, and I wouldn't feel a thing. It'd be just like walking to the drugstore
Man 2: (unintelligible speaking)
[Verse 1: Brotha Lynch Hung]
I see dead rappers
Daddy got a problem, you don't act right
Bitch if you was my daughter, I would say you was off the crack pipe
But that's my confession, should've watched the ID channel at random and now you in the bed with the IV
You told me when you left, you was going with Tiny, but Tiny just called, you said I can't find me
I was going 90, 20 minutes Iater, I was hiding under the bed, now you can't find me
You shoulda never made it where you sleep alone, you shoulda got the pistol when you hung up the phone
I slit ya fucking throat and put ya head in the closet, I gave it all away like a money deposit
You shoulda never told me where you keep the loan, so now I'm bout to eat you like a Al Capone
Put your brain in the oven for din-din, a win-win, and I would like to chew on your [?] with a grin-grin
Now I'm gonna wait in the kitchen, my stomach's still growling I'm waiting for you to come in-in
My stomach's still growling I'm waiting for you to come in-in, I see your GPS, you should be here by 8:10
Now you know you're sweating like a 350 engine, oh I see your lights pulling up in the driveway, I say, butcher knife, I eat it my way
Kick your wife and your kids put 'em in MySpace, pretty little box, that I keep in my wine safe
Cut your fucking back, get you down to the throat, start to nut, at the driveway, hop in the ride, start it up
I don't have to get bloody but if I do have to get money
I will hide around the corner with the knife ready to cut better get running
I can pull up money then [???] gotta get it to where I don't have to get hit you with the meat cleaver I don't matter it don't matter cause I see her chopped up like a meat chuck with the heat stuff
I don't give a fuck but 'em in the back of the truck
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