| Intro
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| Talking
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| Send’em finna get butt naked (grrr)
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| I don’t know what happened, see I just saw a house
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| An a lady up in the backroom
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| An a cocaine had me dizzy I was hustle off that wet cigarettes
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| So I don’t know that gon do givin a nigga a permenant tattoo
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| I spit poison, niggas call it kentrail, I’m mobb deep nigga an I think I got
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| sickle cell
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| Anyway, got to stay focus, got make sure this bitch gon smell
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| I’mma cut the head off, send it to myself in the mail
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| Bitch, it ain’t no helpin' to yell, you gon make it quick a bitch
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| Chewin muscles like lickerish, you wanted to die you’ll get yo wish you bitish,
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| Human meat is my favorite dish, and I bitches for kicks
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| (Grrr)
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| I’m a tyrannosaurus rex, unpredictable I dont know victim’s door next
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| Get the stick in you torso or more so, cut’em up it was the main course tho
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| Zip’em up an lock’em up in the zip lock cloth.
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| I did’n know (now I’m talkin' to a dead bitch)
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| I did’n know (now I’m packin' up a dead bitch)
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| I did’n know (now I’m sippin' off a dead bitch)
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| I did’n know (I don’t be trippin' off a dead bitch)
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| I did’n know (I was toungin' to a dead bitch)
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| I did’n know (I was study fuckin' a dead bitch)
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| I did’n know (I was tonkin' off a dead clik)
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| I did’n know (now I’m nuttin' on a dead bitch)
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| (Grrr)
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| Now I’m smokin' on some loud, head up in the clouds (coff)
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| An I get to the gas station, ride hella miles
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| Put the body somewhere
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| Cut up the bodies nigga, I’m leave one there and one there
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| It was sum like a nightmare, kiss her and slit nigga,
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| I don’t fight fair or might there
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| I told you I be high
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| 24/7 always hella drunk and ready to die
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| Turned up
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| Sum’s wrong with my head I might be burnt up
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| Brain tells gon extra ending the game all long
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| Twelve o clock midnight I run through ya house
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| Opposites is quiet as a mouse, we in ya hall way
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| An I’m eyed grape in the garage I waited all day
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| Scratchin' at ya dressa with a knife
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| After I’m done it’s about to be a messenger tonight
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| Kept runnin (runnin), the bitch she made a left and a right
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| And you can tell by the smell it’s a murder session tonight.
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| Refrain 2x
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| Chasing his mother through the house
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| Come here bitch
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| Continuing chasing his mother through the house
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| Open the door! |
| Ma!
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| Ma! |
| open the door
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| You lock the…
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| Open the door!
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| Open the door bitch!
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| Brotha Lynch Hung opens the door stabbing his mother
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| Ha.now… i… told… you… i… was… gon… fuckin… kill… come in…
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| fuckin… kill… you… you… fuckin… bitch!
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| Brotha lynch hung panics after killin his mother and calls travis o guin
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| Travis o guin: this travis
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| Brotha lynch hung: A trav damn man, I think I just killed my mom man
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| Travis o guin: you, you
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| Brotha lynch hung: naw, naw I ran up in there man and this lady I saw her
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| Travis o guin: Lynch!
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| Brotha lynch hung: I was high an everything man just fuckin killed her man
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| Travis o guin: slow down, slow down
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| Brotha lynch hung: I got her in the closet, I got her in the closet bro I just
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| fuckin did it I stab her and…
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| Travis o guin: Lynch!, Lynch!
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| Brotha lynch hung: what!, what! |
| I just killed her man I ran up in the house man
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| I did even give a fuck
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| I was so high man what, what!
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| Travis o guin: Lynch man your mother been dead for years what are you talkin
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| about man
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| Brotha lynch hung: what!, what!
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| Travis o guin: your mom, your mom been dead for years i. |
| i… don’t understand
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| is this a what are you talkin
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| About man
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| Brotha lynch hung: Are you fuckin serious, well a fuck it I’mma do this then!
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| , fuck it! |
| shoots himself
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| Travis o guin: Lynch, Lynch! |
| u there… alright man… ah… yeah
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| STRANGE MUSIC!
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| End of the sagaAnnotate |