Brotha Lynch Hung - Murder Over Hard (feat. G-Macc & BZO) | Текст песни

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• Brotha Lynch Hung
• Murder Over Hard (feat. G-Macc & BZO)

[Intro]
I just got off the phone with DJ Kat
(Roberto, let's do it!)

[Chorus] Brotha Lynch Hung
It was murder over hard, like I like my eggs
Eat them up, she don't need no motherfuckin' grave
We in love, me and murder, we tight like vice grips
She don't know the raw, I like my murder over hard

[Verse 1: Brotha Lynch Hung]
Yeah, I got some different, I'm gripping' the samurai
I'll be damned if I spit at your bitch and I am denied
I'm John Allen Muhammad, my son is John Malvo
Sniping' at you rappers and there isn’t no need for I.V.
Or I.D. or poisonous ivy, nigga, try me
Now so niggas will bubble up like some fried meat
Now those niggas won't try me, I got a variety
They try to be, lie to me, tell me that nigga's tight as me
Like the type that eats meat, I'll eat and not eat, I like the raw meat
Pussy meat, push me, I'll put you right in the saw seat
I'll cut your head open, it's Spidey, he's off the opium
Scoping' 'them right out the trunk and I'm 'about to open 'them
I don't really want to cope with the "Lynch is falling' off" shit
I'm putting' bodies in bags and hauling' off shit
I'm in the lobby with magnifiers and y'all is kids
I'm 'bout to burn 'them, you better come out, y'all bitches

[Chorus] (x2)

[Verse 2: G-Macc]
Shit, real shit
What I talk about will make you run out the house and kill shit
I've got famous from laying' 'them all out, spraying' 'them all up
Like grave dig, put the shovel in the face and spin the corner
Long ride, jump out the doghouse with the cartoon nina
If we leave anything like she breathing', we eating', leave clean-up
Mean mugging' to get your spleen tucked when I squeeze nina
Meat cutting', the meat market, put your shot [?]
Cock it to back, mean snub-nose out the front seat of the
He knows we killing' up shit like Vietnam and I'm leaving' 'them
Hanging' there, like putting' seasoning, beats with a machine
Deep-freezing' 'them, cut 'them evenly in half after the meat is done
And I don't even need to finish this verse, y'all know I'm shit
Like potty training, I'm a be aiming' at targets hit
I mean, chopping' it up, cock it and lock it, like hot in the oven
Hot and ready, kidnapped in public (I like mine over easy)

[Chorus] (x2)

[Verse 3: Brotha Lynch Hung]
This is all I think about, this is all I talk about
Trust me, if I cut off his legs, then he won't be walking' out
Sacramento king, I don't want to get Adam Vinatieri on him
I just klack him with the thing, wrap 'them up and then have at a nigga's spleen
That's what happened on the scene (What happened?) Dinner and a
Took him to the dining' room and I'm splitting' him up like Bobby and Whitney
Nobody getting' him up, sipping' on a cup of blood, right out the wine glass
Sitting' by the fireplace with a nigga's brains in my plate
I'm as hard as they come, I make niggas hard
When I spit to bitches, they come right out they leotards
I clean it up with my tongue, I love to eat skin
I like them bitches you really could sink your teeth in
Somebody save me, I'm 'about to go off the deep end
You think I'm strange now, just wait 'til this weekend
Invite her to dinner and stab it in her

[Chorus] (x2)


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