Split Personality Brotha Lynch Hung (Ft. G-Macc)

[Intro]
They say I got a split personality
In daytime, I'm cool, nighttime

[Verse 1: Brotha Lynch Hung]
No electricity, no car payment
Make me just wanna rape shit, scrape shit off the concrete
And eat it, believe me, I can get Devious like Little Bro
Criminal, call me the cream of crop in Sacramento, though
Why they wanna get severed up to many minimeatlets
Why every time I get drunk and high, I can't trust a nigga like a secret?
So I commence to make the meat rip, that's all I ever think about
Bell peppers and hot sauce, high blood pressure shit
Tell Lecter I eat it raw, damn near rare
This album's supposed to make you wanna eat spare ribs
I don't ever wanna spare his life, fuckin' rape his wife
Razor-blade to knife you, sever your wife up, watch the knife cut
Picture it like a Nikon, I spit poison like a python
Shit, gotta get the lights on when the light's on, human meat's
All over the room, blood all over the room, sicko psycho
Sickle-cell anemia, just light up the ooze

[Hook: G-Macc]
I don't wanna say shit, I just wanna rape shit
I just wanna fillet bitches, night time, day, night
Nighttime AK shit, my other half is sayin' "Don't do it!"
But at close range, split your brain shit, I could speak but
I don't wanna say shit, I just wanna rape shit
I just wanna fillet bitches, nighttime, day, night
Nighttime AK shit, my other half is sayin' "Don't do it!"
But at close range, split your brain shit (I can say it!)