Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Mannibalector, 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
Mannibalector |
| Now, that I know it’s time to eat |
| I can feel it in my gut |
| And I’m about to run up |
| And put a gun up in 'em |
| Cut up in 'em |
| Autocratic, automatic reaper |
| I will leave 'em bleedin' in the street |
| With the heater |
| Diabolical, after I follow you |
| I eat your meat up |
| While you swallow |
| I swallow a bottle as I eat the |
| Anatomy, Amityville |
| Mannibal can and he will |
| Man I’m an animal |
| When I’m heatin' 'em up, I’m lethal |
| You don’t want to be fucking with me |
| I eat dead people |
| I’m that nigga that’s keeping body parts in the freezer |
| Shit, fuck her and leave her |
| I’d rather put her up until I’m hungry then I eat her |
| The doctors, the coroner, the cops will never see her |
| I eat that bitch up faster than a crocodile |
| Believe it |
| Now I wish a nigga would |
| That’s what emcees get |
| These motherfuckers is bitches |
| I hit 'em in the cleavage |
| YEAH, I’m mannibalector |
| She’s standing there naked |
| I’m 'bout to get naked |
| She’s tied to the bedpost |
| I like to give head most |
| She likes to give head best |
| Blood on the headrest |
| Strange music bitch |
| You can tell by the necklace |
| I carry me a chainsaw but this ain’t the Texas |
| Chainsaw Massacre |
| Nigger worse than the Manson murders |
| I turn 'em to hamburger |
| Meat |
| I put 'em in the trunk of the droptop |
| I don’t wanna get blood on my Pioneer boxtop |
| Operation make pasta |
| Making 'em test the spaghetti noodles |
| I’m a coo coo |
| And I’m loco in the cabesa |
| With a cleaver in the dresser |
| Butcher knife a machete |
| I do you in the poop chute |
| Poke 'em and I undress 'em |
| And leave 'em in the recipe |
| I told you I was an atheist |
| Eating 'em with lettuce and meat |
| Puttin' niggas in a wok pot |
| Takin' niggas to the chop shop |
| Niggas is as soft as a box of cotton |
| Niggas be off that oxycotton |
| Probably rotten 'em, body rotten |
| Obviously potty tottened |
| Probably not in danger yet, internet cable |
| Watching ID channel because I’m able |
| And cocaine in cellophane wrapped up under the table |
| Ready to murder rappers, cut 'em and clap 'em |
| Reppin' the label |
| Blue house in the stable |
| Many macks on the table |
| Tornado, NATO |
| Ego’s get let go and they know |
| Fresh out the motherfuckin' county jail |
| Pillows with no feathers and the county smell |
| Black sweat t-shirt, brown as hell |
| If a nigga try to fuck with me I crown his head |
| He don’t wanna get bloody does he? |
| I’m gonna have to get muddy buddy |
| Hit 'em with the chainsaw Cuddy |
| Leavin' his brains raw dummy |
| I’m gonna have to get silly putty |
| I’m gonna have to hit 'til he’s ugly |
| I’m gonna have to get really ugly |
| Killing Cuddy, killing Cuddy |
| Mr. Mcgillicuddy, he’s the high school teacher |
| Use to take the bitch to the closet to teach her |
| Until he took my daughter to the closet to teach her |
| Now I’m using his head as my albums main feature |
| Serial killers kill a nigga I’m timin' |
| I’m the creature |
| From the black side of town now I’m about to eat Nika |
| Cut her up and I eat her |
| Crack domes like Easter |
| Easter, egg, leave me, eat her |