[Hook] x12
Suicide watch
[Verse 1: Brotha Lynch Hung]
Yeah, I'm in an all black khaki suit
In an all black room feeling like I'm in the back of the room
And I'm strapped to something that's like out of a movie
That's cool, kill like I'm in a Dracula movie
That's too practical, did a tactical movement
Next thing you know I was loose and I was moving
Brotha Lynch Hung go through the jungle with a machete
And I hunt those, then I cut throat
I don't know what's happening, maybe I'm blacking out
Killing everybody in sight then smashing out
Murder date nigga, go 'head ask him out
Coathanga Strangla nigga, ask about him
Like J-Lo... oh, ass is out
Anybody'll tell ya that nigga's an acid mouth
I will never lose, I'm cruising past your house
I'mma start chewing his meat if his ass is out
Hit me with the .50 - get your brains blasted
Carry me a Billy the Kid and that's plastics
Buried nigga, hid in the crib, and that's-that's it
I be on some dumping the dead niggas in caskets
Do it for the bi-bi uh chop chop
Do it for the bitches, tch-tch-tch, slash 'em
I get all up in a nigga head, aspirin
I could get a nigga shot in the head, ask 'em
Orville Redenbacher, nigga I'll pop ya
Tore his head like cotton, go need the doctor
Call the coroner, leavin' him in a corner
Called his boys up, they gon' be looking for him
Put these toys up, disappear in the morning
Eat these boys up, it was a little boring
Shit his prime guts, I'm nuts, I'm sick
I must consider Your Highness, bitch
Suicide watch
[Verse 1: Brotha Lynch Hung]
Yeah, I'm in an all black khaki suit
In an all black room feeling like I'm in the back of the room
And I'm strapped to something that's like out of a movie
That's cool, kill like I'm in a Dracula movie
That's too practical, did a tactical movement
Next thing you know I was loose and I was moving
Brotha Lynch Hung go through the jungle with a machete
And I hunt those, then I cut throat
I don't know what's happening, maybe I'm blacking out
Killing everybody in sight then smashing out
Murder date nigga, go 'head ask him out
Coathanga Strangla nigga, ask about him
Like J-Lo... oh, ass is out
Anybody'll tell ya that nigga's an acid mouth
I will never lose, I'm cruising past your house
I'mma start chewing his meat if his ass is out
Hit me with the .50 - get your brains blasted
Carry me a Billy the Kid and that's plastics
Buried nigga, hid in the crib, and that's-that's it
I be on some dumping the dead niggas in caskets
Do it for the bi-bi uh chop chop
Do it for the bitches, tch-tch-tch, slash 'em
I get all up in a nigga head, aspirin
I could get a nigga shot in the head, ask 'em
Orville Redenbacher, nigga I'll pop ya
Tore his head like cotton, go need the doctor
Call the coroner, leavin' him in a corner
Called his boys up, they gon' be looking for him
Put these toys up, disappear in the morning
Eat these boys up, it was a little boring
Shit his prime guts, I'm nuts, I'm sick
I must consider Your Highness, bitch
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