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