Brotha Lynch Hung - Takin' Online Orders (feat. Tech N9ne) | Текст песни

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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 though
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 totties, I rock bodies, tombing they ass
Cock naughties, broom in the ass
I probably fuck 'em till they get blue in the ass
Caught robbin', 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' bitches up
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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