Brotha Lynch Hung
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D.O.A (Dead on arrival)

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D.O.A (Dead on arrival)

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Mr. Mann-A-bal Lector

It's all over the news right now

You couldn't have missed it

Do you have any idea what might of happened to them

Any idea at all

Everybody thinks you do

Not me, but lots of people do

Tell me what happened

(He died a violent death)

(hook)

He won't have a head no mo'

He won't have no bread no mo'

I won't have to get fed no mo'

He's D.O.A.(Dinner on Arrival) bitch

Give him an-enem-o-vemom

And send em their endin'

10 of the minutes the minimum

I eat 10 of em

Tick-Tock on the clock taccin out many men

He's D.O.A. (Dinner on Arrival) X2

(Verse 1)

I don't do it to get famous, sumthin' bout the brainless aimless, body wit the stainless

Imma be in the 6-4. A Schizo talkin other language yo' maine which your brain split

Imma commit the hit flow til the shit blow, this the foe gangin and banging

Lie in the playpen wit the stainless put his brain in my apron

then I'm escapin

Staple his legs

When I get the OK

I'm tapin his legs

When I get to door

Breakin his legs

Want a omlet

Better be breakfast and eggs

Ducc from the bomb hit

They finn' to pay

Smoke when the bomb lift

They goin finn' pass it

Or they get the acid

I'm bakin' that ass quicc

Rapin that ass quicc

Ryhme sound like I be takin' acid

(hook) X2

Maybe the reason your so paranoid

Is cause you smoke you much fuccin' marijuana

Wouldn't you think?

(Verse 2)

I don't know, I just spit that shit like i do coke (you do coke)

I do hope, you get this shit quicc cuz Spidy's broke(Spidy's broke)

I do choke, got that shit that rip chinese dope

I do loc, I got crip shit in me like tiny loc

I ain't actin', my nine milimeter make niggaz do baccflips

Get with them minimum practice, just hit them witta little gymnastics

My heat is plastic, I beat the bastard i eat that ass quicc

for dinner the winner gets the meat and i dont have to be the nigga that spits the fastest

Mr.NASA A-S-A-P give me my cashes

Mummahed Ali niggaz swoopin there ass's

Grizlock be beatin their asses

I leak mollasses couldn't see me after 24 karats of glasses

you ain't the only one who gots goons

Shit that'o bloody up rooms

Rips that'o bloody up shoes

pop the 64 pop the pistols

And I can get close enough

To hit those rocc to split those

you talk the good talk so walk the good walk

get up and lets go

this the Mister piston niston sicc as this is

Get your kids quicc take'em and rape'em

This the siccness take'em and bake'em

(hook) X2

It's quite obvious that people are addicted to your siccness

they all seem to be emulating you

perhaps you should do something about that

(Verse 3)

I just know

niggaz couldn't see me witta telescope(see me witta telescope)

I just hope

you tell'em Lynch Hung come so tell us hoe

Tell us Hoe

I got thicc big bitch so smell this dope

I mean sniff this coke

Its the rip vic shit drip out his nose

I dont need this

I carry a machete and I rip the cleveage

I carry 'em and bury 'em I'm leavin 'em deep six

Marin' and nall bearin' when I grind the teeth grip

I prefer a deep dish imma be hidin behind 'em witta meat clever

momma be cryin im fryin wit tha heat seeker

Probably be tryin' comin' wit the heat seek shit

Peter Parker AKA Coat Hanga Strangla

They may pray but the Lynch is hangin'em

After she dead Lynch Hung is bangin' guts STRANGE

Ain't no tamin' us

We get your brains and veins and bringin' them wit us

Getta tat and bang it wit us

One thang we insane and bring'en it up

My tongue hangin when I'm aimin' aimin' at the guts

Nigga loc to da brain all wraped in one

hot dog ass niggaz get wrap in the bun

tongue slit neck brains' hangin' wit Hung

the real siccness is bacc so get it and run

Imma get this shit and attack when I aim at his done

Imma get this shit and pack when I aim at his done

Siccness get your dick split

(hook) X2

I can't control my own mind(my own mind)

(Is that so)

my mind It's uncontrolable

(Well just keep coming bacc and we'll figure it out)

So many answers I can give you

(but worry to much)

So many answers I can give you

(all right i'll see you tommorrow)Laughs

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