Brotha Lynch Hung - Mannibalector | Текст песни

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• Brotha Lynch Hung
• Mannibalector

[Intro]

[Verse 1:]
Now, that I know it's time to eat
I can feel it in my gut
And I'm about to run up
And put a gun up in 'em
Cut up in 'em
Autocratic, automatic reaper
I will leave 'em bleedin' in the street
With the heater
Diabolical, after I follow you
I eat your meat up
While you swallow
I swallow a bottle as I eat the
Anatomy, Amityville
Mannibal can and he will
Man I'm an animal
When I'm heatin' 'em up, I'm lethal
You don't want to be fucking with me
I eat dead people
I'm that nigga that's keeping body parts in the freezer
Shit, fuck her and leave her
I'd rather put her up until I'm hungry then I eat her
The doctors, the coroner, the cops will never see her
I eat that bitch up faster than a crocodile
Believe it
Now I wish a nigga would
That's what emcees get
These motherfuckers is bitches
I hit 'em in the cleavage

[Hook:]
YEAH, I'm mannibalector
She's standing there naked
I'm 'bout to get naked
She's tied to the bedpost
I like to give head most
She likes to give head best
Blood on the headrest
Strange music bitch
You can tell by the necklace
I carry me a chainsaw but this ain't the Texas
Chainsaw Massacre
Nigger worse than the Manson murders
I turn 'em to hamburger
Meat

[Verse 2:]
I put 'em in the trunk of the droptop
I don't wanna get blood on my Pioneer boxtop
Operation make pasta
Making 'em test the spaghetti noodles
I'm a coo coo
And I'm loco in the cabesa
With a cleaver in the dresser
Butcher knife a machete
I do you in the poop chute
Poke 'em and I undress 'em
And leave 'em in the recipe
I told you I was an atheist
Eating 'em with lettuce and meat
Puttin' niggas in a wok pot
Takin' niggas to the chop shop
Niggas is as soft as a box of cotton
Niggas be off that oxycotton
Probably rotten 'em, body rotten
Obviously potty tottened
Probably not in danger yet, internet cable
Watching ID channel because I'm able
And cocaine in cellophane wrapped up under the table
Ready to murder rappers, cut 'em and clap 'em
Reppin' the label
Blue house in the stable
Many macks on the table
Tornado, NATO
Ego's get let go and they know

[Hook]

[Verse 3:]
Fresh out the motherfuckin' county jail
Pillows with no feathers and the county smell
Black sweat t-shirt, brown as hell
If a nigga try to fuck with me I crown his head
He don't wanna get bloody does he?
I'm gonna have to get muddy buddy
Hit 'em with the chainsaw Cuddy
Leavin' his brains raw dummy
I'm gonna have to get silly putty
I'm gonna have to hit 'til he's ugly
I'm gonna have to get really ugly
Killing Cuddy, killing Cuddy
Mr. Mcgillicuddy, he's the high school teacher
Use to take the bitch to the closet to teach her
Until he took my daughter to the closet to teach her
Now I'm using his head as my albums main feature
Serial killers kill a nigga I'm timin'
I'm the creature
From the black side of town now I'm about to eat Nika
Cut her up and I eat her
Crack domes like Easter
Easter, egg, leave me, eat her

[Hook]

[Outro]

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