D.O.A. Brotha Lynch Hung (Ft. First Degree The D.E.)

[Intro: Lauren Yvettea Brinson]
Mr. Mannibalector
It's all over the news right now
You couldn't have missed it
Do you have any idea what might have happened to him?
Any idea at all?
Everybody thinks you do
Not me, but lots of people do
Tell me what happened
(He died a violent death)

[Hook: Brotha Lynch Hung]
He won't have no head no mo', he won't have no bread no mo'
I won't have to get fed no mo', he's D.O.A. (Dinner On Arrival)
Give him an enema then I'mma send him an endin'
Ten of the men is the minimum, I eat ten of the
Tick tock on the clock taking out many men, he's D.O.A. (Dinner On Arrival)
He won't have no head no mo', he won't have no bread no mo'
I won't have to get fed no mo', he's D.O.A. (Dinner On Arrival)
Give him an enema then I'mma send him an endin'
Ten of the men is the minimum, I eat ten of the
Tick tock on the clock taking out many men, D.O.A. (Dinner On Arrival)

[Verse 1: Brotha Lynch Hung]
Yeah, I don't do it to get famous
Somethin' 'bout the brain is aimless, body where the stain is (Right there!)
I'mma be in the 6-4, a skitzo
Talk another language, I may miss, ya brain split
I'mma commit the hit flow til the shit blow, this the fo'
Gangin' and bangin'
Lay in the playpen with the stainless
Put his brain in my apron, then I'm escapin'
Staple his legs, when I get the okay I'm tapin' his legs
When I get the dope, hey I'm breakin' his legs
Want an omelet? Betta be breakin' some eggs
Duck when the bomb hit, they finna pay
Smoke when the bomb lit
They finna pass it or they get the acid
I'm bakin' that ass quick, rapin' that ass quick
Rhymes sound like I be takin' the acid