Stabbed Brotha Lynch Hung (Ft. Hopsin & Tech N9ne)

[Intro: Brotha Lynch Hung]
You know how people be sayin' that I, uhm
Talk to dead bodies, uh, uh, everybody say that
Are you dead? Nah, fuck it, you don't have to say nothin'
Anyway, any-, you attack Tech for nothin'
Hopsin go through that same shit
Aight, we gon' handle this
You want somethin' to eat?
Aight, get you somethin' to eat
Or you might be eaten!

[Verse 1: Brotha Lynch Hung]
Niggas in Sacramento don't want it with me
Tuckin' a .50 cal, should get me now, I'm 51-50
I bet a nigga won't try me, I like to fry 'em up
Line 'em up, bring 'em in front of me, I'ma dye 'em up
I put his nuts in a bag and send it to mommy
And have her yellin', "What's in the bag?", I'm a tsunami
Niggas attackin' my label get wrapped in a cable
I'm back in the stable and I'm killin' 'em, crackin' an Eggo
(Grrr!) Mad-ass, bad-ass, everybody be wantin' to have that, nah-that
Givin' me somethin' to stab at, yeah-that
I'ma be huntin' they ass back (Brrat-brrat!)
I'ma be somethin' to deal with, real shit
See the only way I eat is if I kill shit
Me and Tech and Hopsin gon' pop 'em
Put 'em right in the lake, "Hey, don't drop 'em"
Told 'em not to fuck with us, nigga