[Intro: Brotha Lynch Hung]
Okay, now that we're here, I can finally tell you guys, what...
What I brought you here for
So, but first of all, cheers to Strange, toast, glasses up
Alright, alright this is how it went
[Verse 1: Brotha Lynch Hung]
I saw her in the woods by herself I had a knife
Perfect opportunity to take another life
Unfortunately I'm fucking ya kids instead of your wife
She was over 18 so she could make her own decisions
Sacramento born so she knew I probably visit
What is it a blizzard? Nigga I'll cut her up with the scissors
Laid the skin out on the table able to stretch it
Picture a nigga bathing in blood and butt naked
I met her at the studio I put her my record
Told her I'd give her an ass cap if she turned that ass backwards
I lifted up the black skirt, stuck a N9ne in her
Pulled the trigger
Now she gone and you eating her for dinner
I never would have told y'all
But I love y'all niggas
Told her my tour bunk was right above y'all niggas
She really wanted to see y'all
But I met her first
She told me she had a ¡MAYDAY! CD in her purse
I told her I was a Strange artist — she didn't believe it
I was staring at the ¡MAYDAY! tattoo on her cleavage
She also had a Tech N9ne tat on her ass cheek
Vaseline
She say she just got it done last week
I said Tech's too busy that's a long shot
See he in the north pole fucking an Eskimo slut
He said the pussy was cold and the rest was all cock
Felt like the pussy was dead kinda like a zombie
I gave her some of that Humboldt cookie bomb weed
She was higher than the space needle
I keep that shit almost everyplace we go
I started cutting up the arms and the legs
And I had the bags in the passenger seat
And a blunt in the ashtray
Now I'm driving down the freeway
Paranoid, hella wired and I was driving for 3 days
I almost dropped the body parts off at the truck stop
Hella tired
Like for 2 hours I sucked cock
I couldn't focus, eyes hella blurry, I can't stop
Going back to Cali ain't an option get caught by the cops
So I came to Kansas City just to talk to Trav
Y'all was on the next thing smoking now we eating meat
I'm on the news, did you see me on the I.D. channel
They got a story about me called bloody candles
They say I murdered hella people
And ate the bodies up
They had some 6 foot nigga play my body double FUCK
Okay, now that we're here, I can finally tell you guys, what...
What I brought you here for
So, but first of all, cheers to Strange, toast, glasses up
Alright, alright this is how it went
[Verse 1: Brotha Lynch Hung]
I saw her in the woods by herself I had a knife
Perfect opportunity to take another life
Unfortunately I'm fucking ya kids instead of your wife
She was over 18 so she could make her own decisions
Sacramento born so she knew I probably visit
What is it a blizzard? Nigga I'll cut her up with the scissors
Laid the skin out on the table able to stretch it
Picture a nigga bathing in blood and butt naked
I met her at the studio I put her my record
Told her I'd give her an ass cap if she turned that ass backwards
I lifted up the black skirt, stuck a N9ne in her
Pulled the trigger
Now she gone and you eating her for dinner
I never would have told y'all
But I love y'all niggas
Told her my tour bunk was right above y'all niggas
She really wanted to see y'all
But I met her first
She told me she had a ¡MAYDAY! CD in her purse
I told her I was a Strange artist — she didn't believe it
I was staring at the ¡MAYDAY! tattoo on her cleavage
She also had a Tech N9ne tat on her ass cheek
Vaseline
She say she just got it done last week
I said Tech's too busy that's a long shot
See he in the north pole fucking an Eskimo slut
He said the pussy was cold and the rest was all cock
Felt like the pussy was dead kinda like a zombie
I gave her some of that Humboldt cookie bomb weed
She was higher than the space needle
I keep that shit almost everyplace we go
I started cutting up the arms and the legs
And I had the bags in the passenger seat
And a blunt in the ashtray
Now I'm driving down the freeway
Paranoid, hella wired and I was driving for 3 days
I almost dropped the body parts off at the truck stop
Hella tired
Like for 2 hours I sucked cock
I couldn't focus, eyes hella blurry, I can't stop
Going back to Cali ain't an option get caught by the cops
So I came to Kansas City just to talk to Trav
Y'all was on the next thing smoking now we eating meat
I'm on the news, did you see me on the I.D. channel
They got a story about me called bloody candles
They say I murdered hella people
And ate the bodies up
They had some 6 foot nigga play my body double FUCK
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