Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dead Bitch, artist - Brotha Lynch Hung. Album song Mannibalector, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 04.02.2013
Record label: Strange
Song language: English
Dead Bitch |
Intro |
Talking |
Send’em finna get butt naked (grrr) |
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 permenant 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 |
(Grrr) |
I’m a tyrannosaurus rex, unpredictable I dont 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 did’n know (now I’m talkin' to a dead bitch) |
I did’n know (now I’m packin' up a dead bitch) |
I did’n know (now I’m sippin' off a dead bitch) |
I did’n know (I don’t be trippin' off a dead bitch) |
I did’n know (I was toungin' to a dead bitch) |
I did’n know (I was study fuckin' a dead bitch) |
I did’n know (I was tonkin' off a dead clik) |
I did’n know (now I’m nuttin' on a dead bitch) |
(Grrr) |
Now I’m smokin' on some loud, head up in the clouds (coff) |
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. |
Refrain 2x |
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! |
Brotha Lynch Hung opens the door stabbing his mother |
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 |
Travis o guin: this travis |
Brotha lynch hung: A trav damn man, I think I just killed my mom man |
Travis o guin: you, you |
Brotha lynch hung: naw, naw I ran up in there man and this lady I saw her |
Travis o guin: Lynch! |
Brotha lynch hung: I was high an everything man just fuckin killed her man |
Travis o guin: slow down, slow down |
Brotha lynch hung: I got her in the closet, I got her in the closet bro I just |
fuckin did it I stab her and… |
Travis o guin: Lynch!, Lynch! |
Brotha lynch hung: 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! |
Travis o guin: Lynch man your mother been dead for years what are you talkin |
about man |
Brotha lynch hung: what!, what! |
Travis o guin: 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 |
Travis o guin: Lynch, Lynch! |
u there… alright man… ah… yeah |
STRANGE MUSIC! |
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