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