Sit in That Corner Bitch! Brotha Lynch Hung

No
Sit in that fuckin' corner bitch
(No just sit in that fuckin' corner and shut the fuck up Bitch)
Should've kept you off the internet
Just sit in that fuckin' corner bitch
Shut the fuck up

[Verse 1]
Razorblade to nipples, baby breastfeed me
I just saw your face on the TV (look at that) and they already think you're laying six feet deep
Took a nap, now they on the news talking 'bout how they want their hooker back
I gave her back to 'em, but not before I took a bat, bashed her in the head
Bathed in it, played in it and smashed in the Chev' back to the hideout
Shit, I took a machete and dug her fucking eyes out
Now I'm on the internet, motherfucker why not?
MySpace is my place; pick her up and tie knots
Got her on the bed playing dead, fuck it then I took her to the bathtub
And made her bloody red, no matter what he said
Nigga, he's the ripper, I saw him slice a nigga's dick up
He cut a nigga's bitch up, put her in the trash bag and that's that
He's on Facebook, she's in the space look

[Hook]
Sit in that fucking corner bitch!
(Where's my motherfucking razorblade)
(Hey, I'm telling you bitch, you better take me serious)
Sit in that corner bitch!
(Remember when you got that computer for Christmas?)
(Yeah that's why you're here)
Sit in that fucking corner bitch
[Shouldve told em you wanted some Christian louboutin]
Sit in that corner bitch
(Now I'm about to cut you, and eat you and heat you and beat you bitch)