Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Meat Cleaver , by - Brotha Lynch Hung. Song from the album Mannibalector, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 04.02.2013
Record label: Strange
Song language: English
Meat Cleaver |
| Comin' with the meat cleaver |
| Cut her in her neck |
| leave her |
| Put her on the ground like a beaver |
| See 'em |
| Yeah I’m comin' to get her |
| Run up and get her |
| with a machete |
| They comin' to get her without the liver |
| Nigga |
| With a meat cleaver |
| leavin' the street bleedin' |
| Heapin' a heat-seeker |
| Nigger |
| I speak ether |
| He about to leak feces |
| Wipin' up the streets with her |
| Get em' GRR |
| Reminiscing the wako |
| Take hoes |
| and put 'em in the box |
| they may chose |
| I hate 'em |
| Cook 'em in Crisco |
| and I filleted 'em and ate 'em |
| filleted 'em and ate 'em |
| Bakin' potatoes |
| Hot totties |
| Stickin' the fork in the hot body |
| Hittin' the porch like a box robbery |
| Not sorry |
| I’m a nigga hotter than hot coffee |
| Nigga |
| Shittin with no potty |
| Mommy |
| Tell 'em I’m a sicko psycho |
| Tell 'em Imma hit the night though |
| Tell 'em I’m nitro |
| Tell 'em Imma growl like a motorcycle revvin' em up like a tight rope |
| GRR |
| My brain is empty |
| I can’t think, I’m insane I’m simply |
| Sick in the head |
| Get in the bed |
| I’m a murderer |
| Mannibal cannibal |
| Niggers really never heard of her |
| GRR |
| He’s a meat doctor |
| Put her in the pot |
| made it hot then I chopped her |
| I was floatin' in the air |
| Helicopters |
| Put butter in the pot then the hot sauce |
| Yea a lot of motherfuckers wanna talk soft |
| All shocked when somebody else glock pop |
| And they layin' in the box |
| Mannibal like they right up in the grass |
| Operation foxtrot |
| GRR |
| He’s a meat doctor |
| Put her in the pot |
| made it hot then I chopped her |
| I was floatin' in the air |
| Helicopters |
| Put butter in the pot then the hot sauce |
| Yea a lot of motherfuckers wanna talk soft |
| All shocked when somebody else glock pop |
| And they layin' in the box |
| Mannibal like they right up in the grass |
| Operation foxtrot |
| Yeah |
| Imma get deeper |
| Creepin' up in your backyard with a meat cleaver |
| Either |
| You or your wife about to get it |
| Shoelace choke the neck |
| Coke the next |
| It’s like open sex broke the neck |
| Then I put the body in the back of the Lex |
| I got a bad habit |
| Stickin' my dick in the corpse |
| Rip it and pick it apart |
| Sick when we get in the car |
| Yeah now better do it |
| GRR |
| Imma rip right through 'em |
| Cut 'em in half |
| Butter that ass when I chew 'em |
| Choppin' em up then I get a brand new one |
| GRR |
| And I always love it |
| I just jack off when I thinkin' of it |
| You better back off imma heat the oven |
| I’m like Jack Frost and my teeth is ugly |
| You just that soft but the beef is lovely |
| Reheat that shit then I eat that shit |
| Then what 'cha do |
| Then repeat that shit |
| Then repeat that shit |
| Then repeat that shit |
| Nigga |
| Better let the cops know |
| I keep more meat than they keep at Costco |
| They don’t really want it |
| Cook 'em up in the pot slow |
| I’m a mini Roscoe’s chicken and waffles |
| AY |
| Ay |
| AY |
| A- are you suckin' your sons dick |
| Bitch you suckin' your sons dick bitch |
| You stupid bitch get the fuck out my house |
| GRR |
| He’s a meat doctor |
| Put her in the pot |
| made it hot then I chopped her |
| I was floatin' in the air |
| Helicopters |
| Put butter in the pot then the hot sauce |
| Yea a lot of motherfuckers wanna talk soft |
| All shocked when somebody else glock pop |
| And they layin' in the box |
| Mannibal like they right up in the grass |
| Operation foxtrot |
| GRR |
| I don’t know |
| Fuckin' around and put your brains in a bowl |
| Imma be comin' with it insane in the dome |
| Thinkin' of murderin' meat when I came in your home |
| GRR |
| Mannibalector |
| Three more dead got blood on my necklace |
| These all said I could eat it for breakfast |
| Eat raw lead then I put it on record |
| Cut niggas up sector by sector |
| Next to her dead first cousin and nephew |
| Next to her bed |
| Bloody intestines |
| Next to her bed |
| Other intestines |
| The rest is history |
| It ain’t shit to me |
| All I’m thinkin' about is gettin' the meat |
| And Imma eat |
| The next day gettin' the creepin' on 'em Imma beatin' on 'em |
| The next day texas chainsaw |
| When I eat your brains raw |
| Come around the corner with a chainsaw |
| Cuttin' some things off |
| And feed 'em to the Feds while I’m rippin' the stage off |
| I’m on another page nigga rip that page off |
| Locc 2 Da Brain nigga y’all just sayin' something |
| I’m the strangla, I’m like Adolf |
| Fuckin' around and get your brains ate off |
| Cuttin' the town up and then made off |
| GRR |
| He’s a meat doctor |
| Put her in the pot |
| made it hot then I chopped her |
| I was floatin' in the air |
| Helicopters |
| Put butter in the pot then the hot sauce |
| Yea a lot of motherfuckers wanna talk soft |
| All shocked when somebody else glock pop |
| And they layin' in the box |
| Mannibal like they right up in the grass |
| Operation foxtrot |
| GRR |
| He’s a meat doctor |
| Put her in the pot |
| made it hot then I chopped her |
| I was floatin' in the air |
| Helicopters |
| Put butter in the pot then the hot sauce |
| Yea a lot of motherfuckers wanna talk soft |
| All shocked when somebody else glock pop |
| And they layin' in the box |
| Mannibal like they right up in the grass |
| Operation foxtrot |