Brotha Lynch Hung - Colostomy Bag (feat. G-Macc & C-Lim) | Текст песни

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• Brotha Lynch Hung
• Colostomy Bag (feat. G-Macc & C-Lim)

[Intro]
Let's do it!
Dinner and a Movie!
I'm back, nigga!
That's what it is!

[Verse 1]
Yeah, I might as well get wet, give me a Newport
I'm a little strange now, on fire like the Human Torch
I'm just getting' warmed up, isn’t nobody can fuck with me
Even Luckily get cut in three, I'm a fucking' beast
I'll tuck a .357 and it keep me revving', Mr. Techron
Pure white cocaine spit, not even stepped on
Sort a like Blue Magic, the pussy, I stab at it
And stab at it, I'm a addict, it bleeds when I tap it
Manic-depressive and if you test Mann, it's a lesson
Plan to get your chest ripped, damn Smith & Wesson
And it will test him, hand it to Kevin, cannibal sessions
Van full of intestines, Kansas is with me
Strange Music is with him, I think they re-lit him
I still seasick 'them from long distance, for instance
I get with 'them, I spit sick shit, sniffing' cocaine

[Chorus: G-Macc (C-Lim)] (x2)
Coathanger, throat struh-strangler
Your folks get mangled up, cut 'them up from the navel
(Uh, put you in the hospital fast, have you wearing' a oxygen mask)
(With the doctors in surgery, getting' a colostomy bag)

[Verse 2]
My whole cigarette's wet, I'm 'bout to smoke it
Get hard like East Oakland, rappers, I super-soak them
After your crew get over 'them, I'll be standing' over 'them
With a 9-millimeter, hit 'them like a wide receiver
Like Jerry Rice, them niggas think I'm weak 'cause I'm very nice
All I do is just think about eating' 'them every night
So I got to carry every knife, every machete
I'm steadily deadly, his head will be buried
And getting' cut up, I'll be at the motel, fucked up
Blood in my cup with a fine bitch, hugged up
Still my heart get plugged up
I'm a still be in my Dickies shit, thugged up
Any nigga throwing' up blood, throwing' up guts, nigga, what's what?
We kind a strange, nigga, we eat nigga nuts and guts
You already know what I eat, your insides
And break down your enzymes and take out your insides
Sniffing' cocaine

[Chorus: G-Macc (C-Lim)] (x2)

[Verse 3]
I need a cigarette, I'll cut a nigga neck
And watch the blood drip out, hit 'them with a TEC
Just like these niggas want to fuck my bitch, let 'them sweat
She'll smile at you and she'll cut your motherfuckin' neck
I'll hang a nigga and strangle niggas with barbed wire
It's a little strange, but listen to what I desire
I put the tools on they nuts, twist it with the pliers
I'm a hot rod, you a hot dog, like Oscar Mayers
I drop logs, nigga, shittin' like diarrhea
You get the butcher knife to the eyes if you try to see him
Either that or my bitch will see you right at the club
And put the whoopty-whop in your mug and your grave's dug
I got it made, because, making' strange music to listen to
And dissin' you, 'because that how Strange do it
We sicker than hard liquor, which is no thing
Coathanga Strangla, spitting' the cocaine, nigga

[Chorus: G-Macc (C-Lim)] (x2)


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