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Dead Bitch

This song is by Brotha Lynch Hung and appears on the album Mannibalector (2013).

Send'em finna get butt naked
I don't know what happened, see I just saw a house
An a lady up in the backroom
An a cocaine had me dizzy I was hustle off that wet cigarettes
So I don't know that gon do givin' a nigga a permanent tattoo
I spit poison, niggas call it kentrail,
I'm mobb deep nigga an I think I got sickle cell
Anyway, got to stay focus, got make sure this bitch gon smell
I'mma cut the head off, send it to myself in the mail
Bitch, it ain't no helpin' to yell, you gon make it quick a bitch
Chewin muscles like lickerish, you wanted to die you'll get yo wish you bitish,
Human meat is my favorite dish, and I bitches for kicks
I'm a tyrannosaurus rex, unpredictable I don't know victim's door next
Get the stick in you torso or more so, cut'em up it was the main course tho
Zip'em up an lock'em up in the zip lock cloth

I didn't know (now I'm talkin' to a dead bitch)
I didn't know (now I'm packin' up a dead bitch)
I didn't know (now I'm sippin' off a dead bitch)
I didn't know (I don't be trippin' off a dead bitch)
I didn't know (I was toungin' to a dead bitch)
I didn't know (I was study fuckin' a dead bitch)
I didn't know (I was tonkin' off a dead clik)
I didn't know (now I'm nuttin' on a dead bitch)

Now I'm smokin' on some loud, head up in the clouds
An I get to the gas station, ride hella miles
Put the body somewhere
Cut up the bodies nigga, I'm leave one there and one there
It was sum like a nightmare, kiss her and slit nigga,
I don't fight fair or might there
I told you I be high
24/7 always hella drunk and ready to die
Turned up
Sum's wrong with my head I might be burnt up
Brain tells gon extra ending the game all long
Twelve o clock midnight I run through ya house
Opposites is quiet as a mouse, we in ya hall way
An I'm eyed grape in the garage I waited all day
Scratchin' at ya dressa with a knife
After I'm done it's about to be a messenger tonight
Kept runnin' (runnin'), the bitch she made a left and a right
And you can tell by the smell it's a murder session tonight.

Chasing his mother through the house
Come here bitch
Continuing chasing his mother through the house

Open the door ma
Ma open the door
You lock the
Open the door
Open the door bitch

Ha, now I told you I 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 damn man, I think I just killed my mom man
You, you
Naw, naw I ran up in there man and this lady I saw her
Lynch
I was high an everything man just fuckin' killed her man
Slow down, slow down
I got her in the closet,
I got her in the closet bro I just fuckin' did it I stab her and
Lynch, Lynch
What, what I just killed her man I ran up in the house man I did even give a fuck
I was so high man what, what
Lynch man your mother been dead for years what are you talkin' about man
What, what
Your mom, your mom been dead for years I
I don't understand is this a what are you talkin'
About man
Brotha lynch hung: Are you fuckin' serious, well a fuck it
I'mma do this then, fuck it shoots himself
Lynch, Lynch you there all right man ah yeah
Strange music
End of the saga

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