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[Verse 1]
The Coat, the Coathanga The Throat, the Throatstrangla Banging the GD, online like 3G I'm comin in 3d with these bullets and no bullshit In the back of the van, I carry full clips Don't believe me? Watch YouTube, I pull shit Causing enough blood that you can fill pools with You motherfuckers know the name, I'm insane And I'm still loc'd to the brain And ain't nothing to pour with The Coathanga Strangla, banging 'em up Ain't taming the cub Put your brain in a cup Brotha Lynch Hung, and I see hanging 'em up Wearing 'em out like clothes So niggas don't know it's me, Spidey Niggas will suck neck and eat shit, just to be by me Shit'll get fucked up in the anal Just blame your freezy I see Spitters on a daily basis Put 'em into muddy places Bloody meat is what he tasted I like to fry 'em and Then I'm coming in faces And that's just one of the cases [Chorus] With the chainsaw Leave your brains draw Somebody just got cut So when I'm in your window with a machette And a pistol best believe it's just to give me a nut [Verse 2] To rappers I'm like John Wayne Gacey Like I.C.P. with the clown face I be killing em up, then I eat bacon What? He's Jason Vorhees with a (wamanese?) Sucking me up, I'm about to get the head cut off Cause I see faces Spitting on niggas, I'm disrespectful I'm a necro - philliac, niggas'll get petro Gas niggas every day Ask niggas "E.B.K" As if a nigga would As if a nigga could I wish a nigga would test me Guess who's my brand new recipe Open your chest like "Open Sesame" Open your chest with these bullets I pull it, then it kills niggas Putting holes in your tommy hill figure, let the reals get ya Feeding him pills with the bloody mary hot sauce Soon as it pops off, then the clock's off All the cops are spread on the walls Blood in your drawer Eating your all Beating the dog Shit outta bitches [Chorus] With the chainsaw Leave your brains draw Somebody just got cut So when I'm in your window with a machette And a pistol best believe it's just to give me a nut |
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Look! It's a body!
That's what I do [Verse 1] Leaving grease is pieces My thesis, bitch give me something to eat with A brand new recipe anatomy deep dish Chk, chk, cha, anatomy deep dish I'm so tired of this shit, my life's like My life's like nigga I'm twisted, the nice guy Always getting stiffed it and if this shit don’t change I'ma get those brains and I'ma get those brains and brisk it And mix it, sick shit started the sickness Now bitches and niggas think I'm soft like biscuits But it gets hard like bitches nipples My shit goes hard room, feet in the toilet, won't flush Niggas think they fucking with Lynch, nigga don’t hush Got a nigga's guts looking like wants crushing it If your house was a bitch nigga I’d run it up in your stuff Niggas think I'm nuts cause I kill and bust nuts I’ll be off the X not even knowing what’s what Rivals get cut up I can’t smoke so I'm murdering for fun And that shit’s fucked up [Chorus] Look it’s a dead body over here Blood all over the place like motor steel Niggas ain’t fucking with Lynch You know the deal I eat ‘em when I am done with ‘em, nigga That’s overkill [Verse 2] Leaving grease is pieces My thesis, bitch give me something to eat with A brand new recipe anatomy deep dish Chk, chk, cha, anatomy deep dish I might kill her for nothing while I'm nuttin After they dead I'm fucking, aight Spit so nasty my teeth don’t look right Fucking dead bodies at night I'm just sick in the head, getting the bread MC's getting the blade instead of the lead This time I'm keeping the brains instead of the head This crime is hitting the news instead of the feds Y'all niggas bust like fags, got 'em in Ed Have your whole family looking outta the red Have the hoes panties drippin, I'm straight trippin Light blue sic ?????? but with the paint still dripping 24 street block throw it up daily Still having abortions nigga I don’t need babies And I don’t eat babies I'm sicker than the rabies Still hella mad cause I didn’t sign with Shady Records, but I'm strange now, snake and the bat Nigga, sickest independent on the map, nigga back nigga Gat it like that nigga Wanna see a dead body? This is where it’s at nigga [Chorus] Look it’s a dead body over here Blood all over the place like motor steel Niggas ain’t fucking with Lynch You know the deal I eat ‘em when I am done with ‘em, nigga That’s overkill [Therapist] That's not what you told me I read in the paper the other day that you were eating people again Taking their skin and cooking them And then devouring them Then devouring them... [Verse 3] Leaving grease is pieces My thesis, give me something to eat with A brand new recipe anatomy deep dish Chk, chk, deep dish I know this is different, different A lot of people tell me I'm gifted, bitches! Tired of gettin' cheated, fuck this shit Shit gets worse, I'ma rent me a hearse Leave a nigga's balls in his girlfriend's purse Bad news is you’ll never see where he lurks You don’t even hurks, waterfall dripping out the skirts When it comes to rapping I am Captain Kirk Higher that the spaceship So I wrote the album Niggas try to put me in the middle like Malcolm YouTube sick TV, you see the outcome Lock 'em with a machete and I won't leave 'em without one [Chorus] Look it’s a dead body over here Blood all over the place like motor steel Niggas ain’t fucking with Lynch You know the deal I eat ‘em when I am done with ‘em, nigga That’s overkill |
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| 3:47 |
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[Brotha Lynch Hung]
It's another murder after the fact, Twist a motherfucker's hat to the back, Sicker than rat poison, I black them niggas, hittin' the back black b-lat blat blat! He gonna feel it, I'm gonna peel his banana real quick, Spit the siccness, get your dick split, Witness, sick of this shit, business, I'ma put them on a hit list, Teach about the season of the siccness, 666 shit, Creep in your house, put a gun in yo mouth, I'm under the house, hiding, Bodies under the couch and I ain't comin' out, I'm going out dying, try 'em undeniable, I don't know I just fry 'em them, I cum hard on their face probably 'cause I don't like them, I'm a OG Viking, Chris Carter, I spit harder, I get farther, Put it in the butt, his daughter's, spit a nigga nut, [Chorus] 'Cause I'm takin' online order! 'Cause I'm takin' online murder! [Brotha Lynch Hung] Put the body up in the trunk, Now you stuck in the rut, get it rough in the butt, While I puffin' the blunt, Get it up in the gut, put 'em up in the cut, I'm stick 'em and rip 'em, I'm dippin' 'em in hot sauce, Legs and arms, A little bit of Agent Orange, a hot caca, Hot ---, I rock bodies, tombing they ass, Cock naughties, broom in the ass, I probably fuck 'em till they get blue in the ass, ---, bloody bodies, nigga nuts in your hot coffee, Motherfuckers better get off me, I will slit them in the neck ever so softly, watch me, Anybody who wanna come fuck with 'em come face 'em, I'll be in Camp Crystal lake like Jason waitin', Take 'em and rape 'em and then I cut 'em up, Bake 'em and ate 'em then I throw 'em up, Shit 'em out, you gonna forget about 'em, You gotta live with out 'em, then I'm out, [Chorus] 'Cause I'm takin' online order! 'Cause I'm takin' online murder! [Tech N9ne] Nigga, you gotta be willing to give me your soul, I don't be takin' them mininum, gotta be whole, Look at the Stranger, get with the Strangla, Givin' the livin' a pick and a stick and a bow, I come in an oven to put in a muffin a nigga be Lovin' to eat a bitch up and I throw it up in a commode, Blah! Nigga, be livin' to give it another because of a nigga within him is cold, I cannot contain what is insane within this brain, nigga, Never was it mondane, but it was in pain, fuck it then came lick her, How did I become bane, put enough strain now the lust reigns, With a snuff frame killer, rippin' motherfuckers up, I open 'em up, the puss came quicker, Hotel, motel, I don't give a fuck I'm pickin' up Bitches I make 'em lick it up, I bussin' gonorrhea not until her throat swell, Better let go of my coattail, I'm gonna propell into more hell, Takin' online orders from a cerebellum you can get it wholesale! [Chorus] 'Cause I'm takin' online order! 'Cause I'm takin' online murder! |
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