I just got to the house, you know what I'm sayin'?
Got the phone call, got all the information, you know what I'm sayin'?
Had to run back to the car, pulled out the back of the garage, you know what I'm sayin'?
Next thing you know:
[Verse 1: Brotha Lynch Hung]
My meal watching for the police
Red beems, I'm gangsterly known, we getting no sleep
'Bout to make a problem, control all, delete, we get no peace
The Pac pieces, hold your stomach like [?]
Turn non-believers into believers
With the Colt Seavers and I'mma creep, keeper, ripper
Doin' blows, blowin' on reefer
It'll be cheeper, get deeper then cut 'er up in little meat pieces
Put 'er in the freezer
I guess you can call me the mad butcher
I got a little corner where I can put ya 'til it's time to eat ya
Beat beater, meat leaker, meat cooker, heat seeker
Meat eater, bleedin' your speakers with heaters
Smellin' up on premium, not a muthafucka see me
I'm a custodian, cleanin' 'em up, cleanin' 'em off
You mushroom soup, you must be soft
You jerkin' your jimmy, guzzling and still can't come off
I'm workin' with Sickness, I'm all stressed out, skinny
Tryna get them billion pennies
Nigga I do anything, let me put it on the bullet
And put it in your brains mane
Watchin' them niggas brains hang out after I pull that thang out
I be spittin' them hot spits like shots rang out
Like AJ, mayday, mayday, fuck what they say
I'm permanent, put you back in a hole
Like if Bill Gates was runnin' shit
You Microsoft, I'm well-done like hot sauce
Catchin' everything you sayin' like Randy Moss and runnin' with it
You spit it, I done did it, you own it, my gun did it
You hold it, my crew hold it, you load it, my dude's loaded
Hold up I leave it cold enough
Like ice cream splatter your pipe dream and stole your stuff
I'm low down and dirty with a four pound, ya heard me?
The game's curvy, so I shake 'em niggas like James Worthy
You can blame Hershey, god left us all fucked up
Nah, I'm like - fuck 'em, stuff 'em
The talk is nothin', chuck 'em, gut 'em up and
I done 'nough, see if you come back with the same
I might have to put it on the bullet, put it in your brains mane
Got the phone call, got all the information, you know what I'm sayin'?
Had to run back to the car, pulled out the back of the garage, you know what I'm sayin'?
Next thing you know:
[Verse 1: Brotha Lynch Hung]
My meal watching for the police
Red beems, I'm gangsterly known, we getting no sleep
'Bout to make a problem, control all, delete, we get no peace
The Pac pieces, hold your stomach like [?]
Turn non-believers into believers
With the Colt Seavers and I'mma creep, keeper, ripper
Doin' blows, blowin' on reefer
It'll be cheeper, get deeper then cut 'er up in little meat pieces
Put 'er in the freezer
I guess you can call me the mad butcher
I got a little corner where I can put ya 'til it's time to eat ya
Beat beater, meat leaker, meat cooker, heat seeker
Meat eater, bleedin' your speakers with heaters
Smellin' up on premium, not a muthafucka see me
I'm a custodian, cleanin' 'em up, cleanin' 'em off
You mushroom soup, you must be soft
You jerkin' your jimmy, guzzling and still can't come off
I'm workin' with Sickness, I'm all stressed out, skinny
Tryna get them billion pennies
Nigga I do anything, let me put it on the bullet
And put it in your brains mane
Watchin' them niggas brains hang out after I pull that thang out
I be spittin' them hot spits like shots rang out
Like AJ, mayday, mayday, fuck what they say
I'm permanent, put you back in a hole
Like if Bill Gates was runnin' shit
You Microsoft, I'm well-done like hot sauce
Catchin' everything you sayin' like Randy Moss and runnin' with it
You spit it, I done did it, you own it, my gun did it
You hold it, my crew hold it, you load it, my dude's loaded
Hold up I leave it cold enough
Like ice cream splatter your pipe dream and stole your stuff
I'm low down and dirty with a four pound, ya heard me?
The game's curvy, so I shake 'em niggas like James Worthy
You can blame Hershey, god left us all fucked up
Nah, I'm like - fuck 'em, stuff 'em
The talk is nothin', chuck 'em, gut 'em up and
I done 'nough, see if you come back with the same
I might have to put it on the bullet, put it in your brains mane
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