Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Friday Night, artist - Brotha Lynch Hung. Album song Coathanga Strangla, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 04.04.2011
Record label: Strange
Song language: English
Friday Night |
| Aie C.O. |
| I think they forgot |
| Ma nigga can you please remind these motha fuckaaas |
| Its the main cam dog get it confused |
| Im in the attic with the latern tryna write to through the flu |
| Sicker than sick tryna find the right move |
| Cause all i see is, blood on the wall drippin right on my shoes |
| This blood stains on the bathroom sink |
| Mixed drinks, bloody murder turn your bathroom pink |
| Im cuttin right through, every vein and every artery |
| The pain became a part of me, the porn house putting targets like a archery |
| My bloody valentine put a whole where his heart’ll be |
| Tell him cancel Christmas take the lights down its dark to me |
| These niggas are bitches hit the court, L.A. sparks to me |
| Ima give them ditches pitchforks graveyards to sleep |
| Im a Braveheart Mel Gibson, its how ima speak |
| Fuck everybody, and they Momma thats what ima teach |
| Dump everybody, in the water with piranhas Dee |
| And theyll never find em, if they do they been gone for weeks |
| Decompose, i compose up a little murder show |
| Lights off, curtains close then ima let the burner go |
| Blood on his wife, and his momma, furthermore |
| This a madesicc camp crystal lake murder flow |
| Everything you heard before, just dont cut it |
| Now we back with razor blades and alcohol that we can guzzle |
| Mr.Nobrandt you can feel my nature |
| Rise through the ceiling puffin' taylors with some taylors |
| Thats what happened on a friday night |
| Bloody prints in your bedroom ima try that knife |
| A lot of people had to die that night |
| I got to eat, so that means you gon' fry that night |
| I gotta eat |
| Body sweatin like a Juggalo |
| I just murdered a whole family, bodies was droppin like dominoes |
| I slit they neck and i hit every room pokin on mothafuckas like they was |
| getting a tattoo |
| But it goes real deep, get some real sleep |
| Suicide watch nigga trust me i ain’t scared to creep |
| I ain’t scared to die, im prepared to die |
| They ain’t scared to lie, they ain’t there for I |
| So im just leavin em bleedin you can believe that im breathin |
| Long as im breathin no liquid bout to be seepin |
| Lyrically eatin men, i got an appetite |
| These niggs ain’t actin right, and they ain’t rappin right |
| So i shook em and i took em to the afterlife |
| You could watch me cook em look im eatin fried brains tonight |
| This is a set up, niggas 'bout to get wet up |
| No matter what you think about me i will never let up |
| Im a rollin stone, i carry magazines |
| I dont care to stab a spleen im a hungry human being |
| See i create murder scenes, thats what i do thats my job |
| Learned it from the creep mob in the gardens (wuddup cuh) |
| Im a hard head, rollin with a pistol |
| Hard head nigga with a pistol thats schizo |
| Our leg cuts a lot of crystal im a sicko |
| Car keys give em to me im about to skeet skirt |
| Nigga my feet hurt, try to walk in my shoes |
| Dont nobody wanna go through shit just like i do |
| Dont nobody wanna get the clip get the bad news |
| Dont nobody wanna get the bullet hole tattoos |
| Im a pull it close, rap dudes, get treated like breakfast |
| Specially when my set rip, lynch hung necklace |
| Been done tested, the .357 but i used the coathanger |