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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Brotha Lynch Hung
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kevin Mann
Composer
Lyrics
You better pray
When you see me put that nine up in that pussy, ho
Cock it back slow
Rock it back and forth
Wait for the nut, then let my trigger go
Boom
Pussy guts all over the room
If you ain't seen it
Then you're fiendin'
For the meanin'
Of that nina of doom
2 inches in and, uh, 4 inches out
You back that **** that pack that gat
And hit that indo sack
It's like that
Cannabis sativa got me stuck on stump, fool
All it take is a way, a fat green-bud blunt, and a stunt
‘Cause it's that **** that work 'em **** deep
And block creep
And witness murder, baby, kill a seed
Once it'll make you vomit
Guts in a mama's baby, nuts in a bottle, maybe it's common
Bitches keep fuckin' and suckin' and keepin' it comin'
With they drama
Pop, it's baby killer season
Put 6 in the clip, put it up that clit
And watch them baby's brains
Drip out that fetus
Bleed, it's that **** that kill 'em
I'll fill 'em all full for that sicc reason
Season of da siccness broodin'
Got me trippin' for no reason
Guess what daddy's bringin' home for supper?
**** nuts, and guts, and slabs of human meat, motherfucker
Now, eat
‘Cause daddy's workin' hard for you, realer
Killers run around everyday that's why I'm hard for you, ****!
Now, eat
Guess what daddy's bringin' home for supper?
**** nuts, and guts, and slabs of human meat, motherfucker
Now, eat
‘Cause daddy's workin' hard for you, realer
Killers run around everyday that's why I'm hard for you, ****
As I creep, picture every human that I see
Slabs of human meat, 'cause my kids gotta eat
I lives kinda deep, dark, up in the cut
Where **** load nines, and ‘barrel-fuck’ a slut
****, what? You ain't even seen me in my prime
Eatin' baby brains, baby veins, baby spines
I know they be cryin' when I'm cuttin' off the neck
I'm peelin' off the skin for some bacon fried croquette
Baby villain spine, that baby killin' mind
A fifth pint of gin 'cause I know I’m doin' time
So catch me now before I do my next crime
My kids' gotta eat, somebody's baby's on the line, ****
Guess what daddy's bringin' home for supper?
**** nuts, and guts, and slabs of human meat, motherfucker
Now, eat
‘Cause daddy's workin' hard for you, realer
Killers run around everyday that's why I'm hard for you, ****
Now, eat
Guess what daddy's bringin' home for supper?
**** nuts, and guts, and slabs of human meat, motherfucker
Now, eat
‘Cause daddy's workin' hard for you, realer
Killers run around everyday that's why I'm hard for you, ****
Get ready for the **** shit
That’s ‘siccer than sicc’
Gut rip gut
Pick a vic up
Fuck 'em up with a couple of nine milli slugs
And put ‘em on the ground with a tore up mug
Slugs to the womb
Guts all over the room
That legion of doom
That S to the I-C-X
With a loc, and a TEC for the throat
And a neck full of gun smoke
Get on, locc
One for the **** who kills them infants, and senses
Then this time, I hit 'em with a nine-millimeter, meter
Now let's pick up me freakin' up your skin
Never knew ****-meat cooked so thin
So I pack me a nine-milla gat
And creep in the back of the 'Lac
With a sack of the indo
Guess what daddy's bringin' home for supper?
**** nuts, and guts, and slabs of human meat, motherfucker
Now, eat
‘Cause daddy's workin' hard for you, realer
Killers run around everyday that's why I'm hard for you, ****
Now, eat
Guess what daddy's bringin' home for supper?
**** nuts, and guts, and slabs of human meat, motherfucker
Now, eat
‘Cause daddy's workin' hard for you, realer
Killers run around everyday that's why I'm hard for you, ****
It's like once upon a time
A **** got hella sicc up in the skids
With a lie for the snitch
As a victim's stoned, sayin' "I'll be bones to the pussy clits"
Till the baby ditch to the mastermind
Nine-millimeter shells, they're blind
Devils made a pact to fuck with match to heat
It's one of a kind
Low enough to the shit, got hella deep, that I had to patch it
To a soul who had the heart to put his mama in a casket
Who could it be?
Where can he be?
Locked up in the county
‘Cause the bounty
Finally found a **** like me?
X-to-the-R-to-the-A-I-D-E-D
L-O-C
What's up, my ****?
Pull this trigger
And take my motherfuckin' legacy
But watch your back
**** be claimin' that they sicc
But really don't know which way to go
When they be fuckin’ up with my lunatic
Shit, have you ever seen your mama's cock?
Yeah
Have you ever seen a body drop?
Yeah
Have you even loaded up your Glock?
Well, I could gives a fuck ‘cause even then
****, you not my ****
From that 24 Garden Block
That's doin' time
For shootin' shadows up in the dark
And tryin' to bite before he bark
And when his heart stops
From the Meadowview
Glocks up in that cut
They tryna lynch my motherfucker
To make some dice up out his nuts
And what the fuck goes thru my ****'s mind up in his cell?
That 24 Deep, no sleep, much stress, ****
**** must be livin' up in hell
And here I am, same motherfucker that got my **** sicc
Tryna kill myself
But slippin' more deeper into the siccness shit
Guess what daddy's bringin' home for supper?
**** nuts, and guts, and slabs of human meat, motherfucker
Now, eat
Written by: Kevin Mann