[C-Lim]
Can't believe this nigga got me out here on some Scott Peterson shit. Where the body at, G-Macc?
[G-Macc]
Hey, Lynch said it was dumped over here in the river on this side
[C-Lim]
That right there?
[G-Macc]
Yeah, that black bag. Get that shit, man
[C-Lim]
What, cuz? I ain`t getting that shit
That's some white people shit, it's dark
[G-Macc]
Go get that shit, cuz
[Verse 1: Brotha Lynch Hung]
Nigga I'm the siccest in the west
Hit it in the chest
In a minute I rip a nigga like wet sex
Your sentimental I get the Ritalin shoot TECs
Cut a nigga in half just like a duplex
Then all I ask is “Who’s next?”
Take a nigga and give a nigga a suplex
Coathanga Strangla banging’ the deuce set
Choke and strangle her, name it in two blex
It’s the Season Of Da Siccness times three
Spitting the venomous IV full of white weed
And my nine get a tight squeeze
And I’mma die with my dick in a tight breezy
Believe me, I leave these - bodies they're probably gon' have my face on the TV
I’m like Jason in 3D, who in the game want to see me?
I’m at the motherfucking teepee
Plotting and planning it while I’m wiping off the three
Fifty-seven I'm makin' 'em go to heaven
One through seven I make 'em go see the reverend
In a casket, niggas get they ass ripped
Razor blades and dildos, nigga that’s it
Fuck around and get your hat split
I’m on some 'Tall Cangee got my back' shit
It’ll get venomous sending niggas at me
I keep a Russian AK in the back seat
I get the guns from the back seat
Brotha Lynch Hung he got the hacksaw ‘cause he loves to hack meat
Heat it, and eat it, and leave it
I'm even leaving 'em bleeding and feeding 'em
And I’mma keep it that deep
I stay hotter than the Sac' heat
One to the head then I smash like a track meet
Can't believe this nigga got me out here on some Scott Peterson shit. Where the body at, G-Macc?
[G-Macc]
Hey, Lynch said it was dumped over here in the river on this side
[C-Lim]
That right there?
[G-Macc]
Yeah, that black bag. Get that shit, man
[C-Lim]
What, cuz? I ain`t getting that shit
That's some white people shit, it's dark
[G-Macc]
Go get that shit, cuz
[Verse 1: Brotha Lynch Hung]
Nigga I'm the siccest in the west
Hit it in the chest
In a minute I rip a nigga like wet sex
Your sentimental I get the Ritalin shoot TECs
Cut a nigga in half just like a duplex
Then all I ask is “Who’s next?”
Take a nigga and give a nigga a suplex
Coathanga Strangla banging’ the deuce set
Choke and strangle her, name it in two blex
It’s the Season Of Da Siccness times three
Spitting the venomous IV full of white weed
And my nine get a tight squeeze
And I’mma die with my dick in a tight breezy
Believe me, I leave these - bodies they're probably gon' have my face on the TV
I’m like Jason in 3D, who in the game want to see me?
I’m at the motherfucking teepee
Plotting and planning it while I’m wiping off the three
Fifty-seven I'm makin' 'em go to heaven
One through seven I make 'em go see the reverend
In a casket, niggas get they ass ripped
Razor blades and dildos, nigga that’s it
Fuck around and get your hat split
I’m on some 'Tall Cangee got my back' shit
It’ll get venomous sending niggas at me
I keep a Russian AK in the back seat
I get the guns from the back seat
Brotha Lynch Hung he got the hacksaw ‘cause he loves to hack meat
Heat it, and eat it, and leave it
I'm even leaving 'em bleeding and feeding 'em
And I’mma keep it that deep
I stay hotter than the Sac' heat
One to the head then I smash like a track meet
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