ILL Brotha Lynch Hung (Ft. Swifty McVay)

[Intro]
We do have meat
Meat, it comes in several different flavors
Mr. Mann enjoys the meat
Enjoys removing your skin from your body
Please, come in, have a seat
Ah, made to perfection

[Verse 1: Swifty McVay]
Without a conscience, I spit llamas like I'm playing Contra
My psychiatrist gettin' nauseous
The opposite of a honest counselor
Gangsta rappers and trappers get turned to pentacostals
Holy Bibles, I'm cockin' the nina
I had these motherfuckers leanin' likе the Tower of Pisa
You a diva, and I'ma leavе your guts wide open
Yeah, I peeped ya, you really a sheep in a wolf's clothing
And you don't know the art of war (The art of war)-
You're faker than mannequins at department stores (Department stores)
I'm sicker than senior citizens in a psych wards
I'm shittin' on rappers without a diaper, smearin' it on a chalkboard
I'm a rap lord poppin' imposters
When I walk in your spot, niggas feel awkward
Suicide's the only way you gonna stop this brotha
I'll pop myself in the brain while I'm shootin' my album cover
McVay