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Brotha lynch hung: Are you fuckin serious, well a fuck it 
I'mma do this then , fuck it  shoots himself
Lynch, Lynch  u there alright man ah yeah
peep the mothafuckin' words from the dead man, yeah... 

[Brotha Lynch Hung] 

And when I pack me a gun and, oh, when I was young 

I dreamed
So we thank you Brotha Lynch Hung for this invitation
And we forgive you for the fan of ours you mutilated
And on behalf of all of us in ¡MAYDAY!
I'm a dead man walkin till my funeral can you feel me now?/
And if I die, before yo second blasted/
Dat's on da Garden I'ma rise up out my casket/
mothafuckas don't ya forget that shit...
And don't forget where the Sicc came from...
That nigga Lynch...

[Brotha Lynch Hung]
I take my mouth off up that
I'mma call this nigga real quick,
Mellow yellow, it’s ya boy Brotha lynch hung a.k.a Spider-Man,
Ay I’m sending that package man,Um let me know
find your ass dead in a graveyard
And I'ma continue on my ?

[Brotha Lynch Hung]
Well if you see me chewin baby guts locc, would ya choke
or vomit
grip
you'll find your ass dead in a graveyard
And I'ma continue on my ?

[Brotha Lynch]
Well if you see me chewin baby guts locc, would ya choke?
I
Village Killa
  
(Brotha Lynch Hung)
(Outro)
  
(Gigglin)
Yeah yeah I know I know
Know what I'm sayin
Motha fuccin ain't goin to stop bangin now
y'all think
a gang of guts hangin out yo ass nigga
you know tha process they want to kill me 
now I'm a dead man walkin to my funeral can you feel me 
now and if
Scorchin Niggaz is my posse, try to stop me

Brotha Lynch keeps me tremendous
Tall Can keeps me tremendous
X-Raided keeps me tremendous
And these be my
screamin' find a cigarette
Niggaz walkin' by ain't tryin' to hear that
So off to the Day Room, a fight in progress
A brother got sliced and diced over
Scorchin Niggaz is my posse, try to stop me

Brotha Lynch keeps me tremendous
Tall Can keeps me tremendous
X-Raided keeps me tremendous
And these be my
[Damn nigga what you been doin'?]
I'm still walkin' this walk nigga
[Uh, heard that shit]
So watch out

[Verse 1]
See you know us nigga, we run up in
accused
I refuse
To stand and lose

I stand accused
To the news
I kick da blues
I stand accused
I refuse

I hear em talkin' and walkin'
Behind my
the next two years as a undercover fag
Bein' used and abused to serve like hell
Til one day, you was found hung dead in the cell
It was plain to see that
the next two years as a undercover fag
Bein' used and abused to serve like hell
Til one day, you was found hung dead in the cell
It was plain to see that
The headphones is on fire dis time around, Styles 
Blood Pressure 
y'all just bear wit me 
Yo, last time I'ma tell these niggas, man 
Can't fuck
crickets
He gets lucky like winnin' free tickets off SimplyLyrics
One man's waste is another man's soap
Sons fan base know the brotha man's dope
A real
tossed
By the mafia king, you were hung by the boss
Havikk, my felonous pitch will lynch a bitch
Smoke and choke any punk on a off-stroke
Cause I provide
jams Method Man by Wu-Tang
Comin funkadelik cuz I grooves thats my nation
When I grabs the mic I gets the sennn-sation
Flip the script like a angry actor
ass got tossed
By the mafia king, you were hung by the boss
Havikk, my felonious pitch will lynch a bitch
Smoke and choke any punk on a off-stroke
as a undercover fag
Bein' used and abused to serve like hell
Til one day, you was found hung dead in the cell
It was plain to see that your life was lost
You
the wicked web created by the light of them
and now your homies dead I think you better call an ambulance
Talkin that, walkin that, can't nobody
fuck with me
breath, by the time I flip to the next flow
This sho' is real, this is the deal, guns I'm runnin
Gotta make it out of town to flip my {shit} and keep it