| Leaving Reese’s pieces
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| My thesis, bitch give me something to eat with
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| A brand new recipe anatomy deep dish
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| Chop! |
| Cut! |
| Chop! |
| Cut! |
| Anatomy deep dish
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| I’m so tired of this shit, my life’s like
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| My life’s like nigga I’m twisted, the nice guy
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| Always getting stiffed it and if this shit don’t change
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| I’m a get those brains and I’m a get those brains and briskets
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| And mix it, sick shit started the sickness
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| Now bitches and niggas think I’m soft like biscuits
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| But it gets hard like bitches nipples
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| My shit goes hard won’t fit in the toilet, won’t flush
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| Niggas think they fucking with Lynch, nigga don’t, hush
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| Got a nigga’s guts looking like one’s crushing it
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| If your house was a bitch nigga I’d run it up in your stuff
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| Niggas think I’m nuts cause I kill and bust nuts
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| I’ll be off the X not even knowing what’s what
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| Rivals get cut up
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| I can’t smoke so I’m murdering for fun
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| And that shit’s fucked up
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| Look it’s a dead body, over here
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| Blood all over the place like motor steel
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| Niggas ain’t fucking with Lynch
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| You know the deal
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| I eat 'em when I am done with 'em, nigga
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| That’s overkill
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| Yes sir, yes sir
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| Leaving resses pieces
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| My thesis, bitch give me something to eat with
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| A brand new recipe anatomy deep dish
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| Chk, chk, cha, anatomy deep dish
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| I might kill her for nothing while I’m nutting
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| After they dead I’m fucking, aight
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| Spit so nasty my teeth don’t look right
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| Fucking dead bodies at night (fucking dead bodies at night)
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| I’m just sick in the head, getting the bread
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| MC’s getting the blade instead of the lead
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| This time I’m keeping the brain instead of the head
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| This crime is hitting the news instead of the feds
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| Y’all niggas bust like fags, Adam and Ed
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| Have your whole family looking out of a red
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| Have the hoes panties drippin', I’m straight Crippin'
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| Light blue six four but with the paint still dripping
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| 24 street block throw it up daily
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| Still having abortions nigga
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| I don’t need babies
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| And I don’t eat babies
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| I’m sicker than the rabies
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| Still hella mad cause I didn’t sign with Shady
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| Records, but I’m strange now, snake and the bat
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| Nigga, sickest independent on the map, nigga brap nigga
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| Look at it like that nigga
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| Wanna see a dead body? |
| This is where it’s at nigga
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| That’s not what you told me
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| I read in the paper the other day that you were eating people
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| A taking their skin and cooking them
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| And then devouring them
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| Then devouring them…
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| Leaving Reese’s Pieces
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| My thesis, give me something to eat with
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| A brand new recipe anatomy deep dish
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| Chk, chk, deep dish
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| I know this is different, different
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| A lot of people tell me I’m gifted, bitches!
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| Tired of gettin' cheated, fuck this shit
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| If shit gets worse, I’m a rent me a hearse
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| Leave a nigga’s balls in his girlfriend’s purse
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| Bad news is you’ll never see where he lurks
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| It don’t even hurt, waterfall dripping out the skirts
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| When it comes to rapping I am Captain Kirk
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| Higher that the spaceship
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| So I wrote the album
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| Niggas try to put me in the middle like Malcolm
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| YouTube Sicc teevee, you see the outcome
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| Lock 'em with a machete and I won’t leave 'em without one
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| Damn! |
| Even my therapist turning on me, man
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| What the fuck is going on in this motherfucker
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| God damn it!
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| Never tell anybody that you know where a dead body is
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| Or you gonna get checked first
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| All the time, it always happens |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Look It's A Dead Body , by - Brotha Lynch Hung. Song from the album Coathanga Strangla, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп