Tell Me if I'm Trippin

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Brotha Lynch Hung

Kevin Danell Mann (born January 10, 1971), better known by his stage name Brotha Lynch Hung, is an American rapper and record producer from Sacramento, California. Since the release of his debut album 24 Deep in 1993, Brotha Lynch Hung has sold 1.4 million CDs independently, and has been described as an innovator of horrorcore and one of the forefathers of the genre. more »

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2015

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I wanted to find my gun, my lady runs to the bathroom
Yelling "someone", and when it's done
I'ma treat it like my daughters and son, we having fun
'till intruders came knocking to come kill everyone
The beat and the kick ringing my bell uncontrollably
Four in the morning yelling my name so they know it's me
Scramble and try to find my nigga's gun, I'm supposed to be
Prepared for the crazy, my lady screaming don't go to see
F*ck it, I'm going down to the kitchen to get the knife
Invite 'em all in my crib and then take everybody's life
Chop 'em all into pieces, pray to god they heat-less
He in d shit, play with their bodies in the name of jesus
One, two, three, god damn it's just the cops
All the motherfuckers must've scramm' when we hit the block
I was gonna kill am I wrong to feel
For my loved safety I'll leave you permanently still
Trav said he caught them on camera they came to his place
Two teen girls and the guy yelling "where is yates"
Damn some fans would've lost some lives on this day
Mistaken, I would've been erasing all of the kid's face

Am I my paranoid or scared
Or is this my nightmare
Were they ever really there?
Tell me if I'm tripping
Am I supposed to sit and wait
While they storm through the gate
Psycho just like norman bates
Tell me if I'm tripping

Seven o'clock, I was upstairs
I was on the keyboard making that tear
Knock on the front door, c.o. got it
Niggas came in, I said "yo, get in the closet"
Hit 'em with venom and run up in 'em while they rummagin'
Too many niggas was coming in, I wanna get me one
Hopin' niggas try me cause I'm finna feel like "fry me"
Eyes all chinese, high off reefer
I'ma get deeper, turn to the grim reaper
He's a heat seeker when I creep with the heater
Leave a deep gash, bring the heat fast
Hit 'em with the venom, when I get 'em I'ma keep 'em
Giving them an enema, even if it's ten of 'em
Then I'ma, eat 'em like dinner in the cinema
Then I'ma, shit 'em out, get 'em out
In about twenty-four seconds I'ma f*ck 'em in the ass
Tuck 'em in the grass, cut 'em up fast
Buttercup, shut 'em up, I'ma cut mass
I'ma cut lass, nigga he got it, he gotta f*ck 'em up, yeah
Tell me if I'm tripping

Am I my paranoid or scared
Or is this my nightmare
Were they ever really there?
Tell me if I'm tripping
Am I supposed to sit and wait
While they storm through the gate
Psycho just like norman bates
Tell me if I'm tripping

I can still remember, it was January twenty-third, 1994
And a group of us was chilling at the table
We was drinking with our fingers on the ouija board
Tryna summon spirits asking "ouija, can you hear us?"
Never thinking what was in store
Then the dogs started barking, in the darkness
All of a sudden it was knocking at the front door
Then we started approaching, cautious as hell as we pulled the door open
Nervous adrenaline, seeming slow motion
No one was there, we went back to the board hoping
That we finally made contact, with the deity
Apparition on the other side
Then it started moving out and soon it was
Spelling out the warning in the morning one of us would die
We decided to stop it, said our goodbyes, and left the apartment
On the way home sarah hit a patch of ice
Lost control of her car, hit the ditch and lost her life

Am I my paranoid or scared
Were they ever really there?
Tell me if I'm tripping
Am I supposed to sit and wait
While they storm through the gate
Psycho just like norman bates
Tell me if I'm tripping

F*ck that shit, nigga, hmm, let's party

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