Sweeney Todd 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*
(Bring the bass)

[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