Lyrics:
(Devil)
ha ha ha ha ha ha ha yeah
ya'll interested to know
check that shit Lynch
its the devil
(Brotha Lynch Hung)
yeah the cap busting neva
[Chorus: Brotha Lynch Hung]
That motherfucker kept sniffin for goods
Put the plastic in his mouth the back of his neck left
And you don't know nuthin
[Chorus: Brotha Lynch Hung]
Uhh, now that's real gangsta shit
tag teamin and on a bitch in a Hotel Six
40 on the back, Sicx over top
Diggin in
(Brotha Lynch Hung)
My peoples... My peoples
We must maintain G- Status
(Singing)
Thinking about living with out you
(Brotha Lynch Hung
[Intro: Brotha Lynch Hung]
Fuck these hoes, it's the re-do, you know how we do
Every Single Bitch y'all
From the Psycho Active album, by my nigga X
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
A trav
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
(Brotha Lynch Hung)
yeah and ya don't stop the Brotha Lynch in the house ya don't stop
yeah and ya don't stop hoes keep giving up that cock
'cause
target
Hooked up with black market now peep
Shit gets deeper and deeper, meet me
The doomstown grim reaper, and PIT
Platinum, Mister Doctor Lynch Hung
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
Everybody killer like Brotha Lynch Hung If this is the matrix, then I am the one
These streets are like Lanacane made my heart numb
A shark in these waters,
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!
double 0 seven, murder redrum wit my three fifty seven
Brotha Lynch Hung, but the bitches call me Kevin
They try to make me think they close to me, but
sisqo, or 'cause I'm insane
Brotha Lynch's been through the same thing though
But X-raided can be tripping over no hoe
So I got my 9 I was stressing
Trew
6688846993 shit
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Brotha Lynch Hung]
Sloberin at the mouth I love my teeth I chew that meat up
I really don't give a fuck I do that heat 'um
say it to horrify
In rhymes, I admit that lately I have been in my darkest of times
Visiting Brotha Lynch Hung's retirement home
I'm killing people
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
always wanted
Sly Boogy was snapping
Crooked I was the hardest
And Mike Shinoda was crazy
Masterfully mixing genres
Brotha Lynch Hung was ripping guts
opponent
Can't lose refuse to like Brotha Lynch
L's to my foes middle to the government
Riding shotty with Charvon he Scottie Pip
Wake them up like blue
plays, you the shit yeah
End zone? I'm in there "Act like you been there"
I "Refuse 2 Lose" yeah, Brotha Lynch yeah
Mutha fuckers ain't got common sense,
You don't wanna fuck with me I eat dead people
Brotha lynch hung
Mam w ręku zeta tylko zeta na czekoladę
Więc biorę ją do kompletu z odgrzewanym
Platinum, Mister Doctor Lynch Hung
We do your ass in good just for fun
Fifteen inches in your ass bitch
Take it and love it, but I ain't talking bout no
sezon jak Ape i Brotha Lynch
Hung na fyrtlach w Polsce
Wpadnij wychlać coś do nas na koncert
To tłusty krążek
Wypełniony po brzeg gadką chorą
Lunty płoną,
Lynch Hung
And I'ma skirt off in a Mozzy feelin' 3X Krazy
Take off these baggy khakis
Put on somethin' fittin' more slim, hit the eighty
I'm J-Stalin,
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