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  • Текст песни Brotha Lynch Hung - Dead Bitch

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    Intro
    Talking

    [Verse 1: Brotha Lynch Hung]
    Send'em finna get butt naked (grrr)
    I don't know what happened, see I just saw a house
    An a lady up in the backroom
    An a cocaine had me dizzy I was hustle off that wet cigarettes
    So I don't know that gon do givin a nigga a permenant tattoo
    I spit poison, niggas call it kentrail, I'm mobb deep nigga an I think I got sickle cell
    Anyway, got to stay focus, got make sure this bitch gon smell
    I'mma cut the head off, send it to myself in the mail
    Bitch, it ain't no helpin' to yell, you gon make it quick a bitch
    Chewin muscles like lickerish, you wanted to die you'll get yo wish you bitish,
    Human meat is my favorite dish, and I bitches for kicks
    (Grrr)
    I'm a tyrannosaurus rex, unpredictable I dont know victim's door next
    Get the stick in you torso or more so, cut'em up it was the main course tho
    Zip'em up an lock'em up in the zip lock cloth.

    [Hook: Brotha Lynch Hung]
    I did'n know (now I'm talkin' to a dead bitch)
    I did'n know (now I'm packin' up a dead bitch)
    I did'n know (now I'm sippin' off a dead bitch)
    I did'n know (I don't be trippin' off a dead bitch)
    I did'n know (I was toungin' to a dead bitch)
    I did'n know (I was study fuckin' a dead bitch)
    I did'n know (I was tonkin' off a dead clik)
    I did'n know (now I'm nuttin' on a dead bitch)

    [Verse 2: Brotha Lynch Hung]
    (Grrr)
    Now I'm smokin' on some loud, head up in the clouds (coff)
    An I get to the gas station, ride hella miles
    Put the body somewhere
    Cut up the bodies nigga, I'm leave one there and one there
    It was sum like a nightmare, kiss her and slit nigga,
    I don't fight fair or might there
    I told you I be high
    24/7 always hella drunk and ready to die
    Turned up
    Sum's wrong with my head I might be burnt up
    Brain tells gon extra ending the game all long
    Twelve o clock midnight I run through ya house
    Opposites is quiet as a mouse, we in ya hall way
    An I'm eyed grape in the garage I waited all day
    Scratchin' at ya dressa with a knife
    After I'm done it's about to be a messenger tonight
    Kept runnin (runnin), the bitch she made a left and a right
    And you can tell by the smell it's a murder session tonight.

    [Hook: Brotha Lynch Hung]
    Refrain 2x

    [Outro]

    Chasing his mother through the house

    [Brotha Lynch Hung]
    Come here bitch

    Continuing chasing his mother through the house

    [Brotha Lynch Hung]
    Open the door!!! Ma!!!!
    Ma!!! open the door
    You lock the...
    Open the door!!!
    Open the door bitch!!!

    Brotha Lynch Hung opens the door stabbing his mother

    [Brotha Lynch Hung]
    Ha..now...i...told...you...i...was...gon....fuckin....kill...come in...fuckin...kill...you...you...fuckin...bitch!!!!

    Brotha lynch hung panics after killin his mother and calls travis o guin

    Travis o guin: this travis
    Brotha lynch hung: A trav damn man, I think I just killed my mom man
    Travis o guin: you, you
    Brotha lynch hung: naw, naw I ran up in there man and this lady I saw her
    Travis o guin: Lynch!!!
    Brotha lynch hung: I was high an everything man just fuckin killed her man
    Travis o guin: slow down, slow down
    Brotha lynch hung: I got her in the closet, I got her in the closet bro I just fuckin did it I stab her and...
    Travis o guin: Lynch!!!,Lynch!!!
    Brotha lynch hung: what!!!, what!!! I just killed her man I ran up in the house man I did even give a fuck
    I was so high man what, what!!!
    Travis o guin: Lynch man your mother been dead for years what are you talkin about man
    Brotha lynch hung: what!!!, what!!!
    Travis o guin: your mom, your mom been dead for ye

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