Dead Bitch Brotha Lynch Hung

Intro
Talking

[Verse 1: Brotha Lynch Hung]
See im finna get butt naked (grrr)
I don't know what happened, see I just saw a house
An a lady up in the backroom
An a cocaine had me dizzy I was also off that wet cigarettes
So I don't know that gon' do, givin' a nigga a permanent tattoo
I spit poison, niggas call chem trails
I mobb deep, nigga, I think I got sickle cell
Anyway, got to stay focused, got make sure this bitch gon smell
I'mma cut the head off, send it to myself in the mail
Bitch, it ain't no helpin' to yell, you gon make it quicker bitch
Chewin muscles like licorice, you wanted to die you'll get yo wish you bitch
Human meat is my favorite dish, and I kill bitches for kicks
(Grrr)
I'm a tyrannosaurus rex, unpredictable I dont know what victim's door next
Get the stick in you torso or more so, cut'em up it was the main course tho
Zippin' 'em up an lockin' 'em up in the zip lock cloth

[Hook: Brotha Lynch Hung]
I did'n know (now I'm talkin' to a dead bitch)
I did'n know (now I'm packin' up a dead bitch)
I did'n know (now I'm shippin' off a dead bitch)
I did'n know (I don't be trippin' off a dead bitch)
I did'n know (I was talkin'' to a dead bitch)
I did'n know (I was buttfuckin' a dead bitch)
I did'n know (I was eatin' out of a dead clit)
I did'n know (now I'm nuttin' on a dead bitch)