Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hunch, artist - Brotha Lynch Hung. Album song The Plague, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 18.04.2005
Record label: Orchard
Song language: English
Hunch |
| Die!!!, I choose before you |
| One by one we will pick you |
| You will die!!! |
| (f**k it… psychological) |
| Verse one: |
| Siccmade music comin up out yo seat |
| Catch the reeper night crawler creeper |
| Dig a ditch get a bitch nigga dig a ditch deeper |
| I’ma take yo head with this street sweeper |
| Leave yo brains on yo speaker |
| Smash off in yo jeep |
| Do the bitches i’ma get real hostle |
| Get the signal model in stroddle |
| Smash down on the throddle |
| More scratch than lucky luciano |
| Serve more mutha f**kas than gronnup |
| Creep up on ya like dunnup |
| Send on to ya forehead and then like they said I fled |
| Cause I’m the type of nigga that’ll leave a horse head in ya bed |
| Take ya wife rape her no caper |
| Tie the bitch to the bed |
| Don’t push me cause I’m close to the edge |
| Real lunatic and sicc-fed |
| And thats some sentimental shit |
| I just might drip cream from my dick |
| When I’m off that |
| Smirnoff gin mix with o.e. |
| I’m hard and wet |
| O.e. |
| kept tellin' me no |
| But this smirnoff gin kept tellin' me yes |
| Mess maker raper |
| All about my paper |
| Throw yo hands over yo eyes |
| As yo thoughts intensify yo will (die!!!) |
| (deep voice) |
| Greetings.have a seat |
| Let me be the first to actually greet you to the basement |
| We’ve heard you’ve been busy |
| Ahaha we’ve heard you’ve been busy |
| We’ve learn from above that you’ve been |
| Doin' a little bit of this |
| Doin' a little bit of that |
| Stealing peoples scratch |
| Stabbin' in the back |
| We don’t think it’s fair ! |
| When we found you you were nothing |
| Now you are our nothing |
| Is there room for unrest |
| Die… you will !!! |
| I promise |
| Verse two: |
| I’m wes craven on paper |
| So plug yo pussy clips |
| Cause I get sicker than a sifilous dick |
| And yo mama won’t like my shit nigga |
| Admit if you was sittin up in yo room hi |
| Loaded up in yo tape deck ready to write yo tape next |
| Me I do hot sex |
| Razor blade and alcohol swarzanigga ceremonial ripsneck |
| Then I write my shit next |
| So feel yo insides and yo intestins when you mix me wit |
| The wisky tell’em situation risky wit a nailgun through |
| Yo eye you will |
| I got this endo suckin me dry |
| I got this slut bitch suckin me dry |
| Bout to wet the bed up |
| It was the perfect setup |
| Bloody sheets (bloody sheets) |
| No body (no body) |
| No murder weapon |
| I got this endo suckin me dry |
| I got this slut bitch suckin me dry |
| It was the perfect setup |
| Bout to wet the bed up |
| Bloody sheets |
| No body (no body) |
| No murder weapon |
| Thats why we die x8 |
| Thats my name don’t wear it out |
| You don’t know about my whereabouts |