Look It’s A Dead Body Brotha Lynch Hung

[Verse 1]
Leaving Reese's pieces
My thesis, bitch give me something to eat with
A brand new recipe anatomy deep dish
Chop! Cut! Chop! Cut! Anatomy deep dish

I'm so tired of this shit, my life's like
My life's like nigga I'm twisted, the nice guy
Always getting stiffed it and if this shit don't change
I'm a get those brains and I'm a get those brains and briskets
And mix it, sick shit started the sickness
Now bitches and niggas think I'm soft like biscuits
But it gets hard like bitches nipples
My shit goes hard won't fit in the toilet, won't flush
Niggas think they fucking with Lynch, nigga don't, hush
Got a nigga's guts looking like one's crushing it
If your house was a bitch nigga I'd run it up in your stuff
Niggas think I'm nuts cause I kill and bust nuts
I'll be off the X not even knowing what's what
Rivals get cut up
I can't smoke so I'm murdering for fun
And that shit's fucked up

[Hook]
Look it's a dead body, over here
Blood all over the place like motor steel
Niggas ain't fucking with Lynch
You know the deal
I eat 'em when I am done with 'em, nigga
That's overkill
Yes sir, yes sir