The Corpse Came To Dinner (Explicit)

The Corpse Came To Dinner (Explicit) - Brotha Lynch Hung

It's a must that I bust any strap ya hand ta me

It's inherited it runs in the family

Niggaz in the town got pounds of beef

Threaten a niggaz life make it sound so sweet

I peel 'em back like corn-on-the-cob cap peel 'em

Make 'em sound like a whore on the job

Witta Mac in the backpack fulla that crack sack

Gettin' it off Better have my muthaf**kin money

B**ch where my siccmade 'til I die sh*t nobody saw

So I was able ta wipe the blood off the hallway walls

Ain't got nothin ta live for

Can't even trust a b**ch might have ta leave her alone

Ma had ta dig a ditch sh*t so rigorous

Dealin' wit hataz snitchaz and *****az

Get they brains gone

Find a new home you one life is gone

Cuz I'm O-One check the clock

And if these walls could talk muthaf**kaz'll be shot

I'm about ta go 51-50 got nobody wit me

Stressed out like Whitney

Bobby Brown w**d and whiskey

Smokin' Newports no support

But like Too Short I keep it goin'

Shootin' up forts who in this sport wanna f**k wit me

Come on the court rippin' out insides

Puttin' stains on thangs that's when I rip-ride

And I slip-slide through

The Gardens witta bloody t-shirt it won't hurt

Look at this way 6 feet deep in the dirt won't hurt

Flirtin' wit murda I leave 'em unheard of

And I'm sicca than period pads drippin'

All over your hands gettin'

The back seat or the trunk it's your choice

Dead or alive smothered and fried

The way you better uncover your eyes I'm in the skies

Witta 9 tryin' ta take out your spine

Nobody know crime throw up that sicc sign

And strike hard like stricc-nine

No recovery you other G niggaz betta duck

Leave you in the tuc stuck

Psycho off the wall like Michael

Always paranoid cuz I be blowin' out that nitro

All day every day murda spray got you in Glad Bags

Headed for the pad and you can ask my dad

I was a scavenger 14 years old eatin' scabs

Graduated ta ni**a meat but I don't wanna brag

F**k Jeffry Dohmer he a muthaf**kin fag

I got ni**a nuts and guts in the bag

Draggin' 'em ta the pad

Corpse came ta dinner

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Corpse came ta dinner

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Ziplock body-bag toe-tag wet t-shirt black mask

Corpse came ta dinner

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Corpse came ta dinner

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F**k under the influence I'm hella f**ked up

Swervin' down the freeway spillin' my cup

Tryin' take you out this rap on the Underbelly

He ain't sh*t he 'bout ta be in the trunk smelly

By me and my Relly you never know

Whatever tho

I got auto magazines and that weak intro

What you got against me

Don't you know I rip niggaz up

Turn 'em ta minced meat

Well if you got some sense

Beat it like raw eggs

I used ta have hella homies

Now they all hate

But I'ma leave it alone

I'm on my own like a voodoo ni**a

If a ni**a want ta get ate

What would you do ni**a

I was too cool wit 'em

Group of niggaz and they tripped on me

Gave 'em a little bit of fame

Then they dipped on me

But you know it's all in the game

Tell the crip homie

Ta hit 'em witta slug in the brain

That's what you get from me

Crash dummy your careers defected

And you ain't sold a record last time I checked it

You just keep knockin' I feel disrespected

Now your neck got disconnected

By the Lynch Hung necklace

Hey I leave 'em red and I don't eat the head

Let the Tec spit and chop niggaz down

Ta the ground like Judge Dread

Come up in the door lookin' just like a fed

And you call yourself a rap vet

Get out the bed and let me f**k her

Like she should be f**ked

All in the butt wit the 9 milly swallowin' nut

And you see me in black clothes

Creepin' from the back

Don't know how ta act black blankets fulla Mac's

I use 'em for nutsacks and full body sacks

Better not let your daughter out

End up in the slaughter house

Chokin' and spittin' chest open and bleedin'

And me f**kin' her from the back

And I hope for you ta see it

Corpse came ta dinner

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Corpse came ta dinner

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Corpse came ta dinner

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Ziplock body-bag toe-tag wet t-shirt black mask

Corpse came ta dinner

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