| Sit in that fuckin' corner bitch
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| (No just sit in that fuckin' corner and shut the fuck up Bitch)
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| Should’ve kept you off the internet
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| Just sit in that fuckin' corner bitch
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| Shut the fuck up
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| Razorblade to nipples, baby breastfeed me
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| I just saw your face on the TV (look at that) and they already think you’re
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| laying six feet deep
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| Took a nap, now they on the news talking 'bout how they want the nigga back
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| I gave her back to 'em, but not before I took a bat, bashed her in the head
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| Bathed in it, played in it and smashed in the shev back to the hideout
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| Shit, I took a machete and dug her fucking eyes out
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| Now I’m on the internet, motherfucker why not?
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| MySpace is my place; |
| pick her up and tie knots
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| Got her on the bed playing dead, fuck it then I took her to the bathtub
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| And made her bloody red, no matter what he said
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| Nigga he’s the ripper, I saw him slice a nigga’s dick up
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| And cut a nigga’s bitch up, put her in the trash bag and that’s that
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| Sit in that fucking corner bitch!
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| (My motherfucking razorblade)
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| (Hey, I’m telling you bitch, you better take me serious)
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| Sit in that corner bitch!
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| (Remember when you got that computer for Christmas?)
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| (Yeah that’s why you’re here)
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| Sit in that fucking corner bitch
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| Sit in that corner bitch
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| (Now I’m about to cut you, and eat you and heat you and beat you bitch)
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| She asked me for a cigarette, here you go bitch back
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| First pull out your titties and I promise I can get you wet
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| After I slit your neck, I keep 'em brainwashed, cut open the score
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| Cold while they get their brains washed
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| I’m in the kitchen with a Ithica ripping your bitches spliffining
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| And bitchin to get you to split the guts
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| Outta my mouth, I’m a get that outta my house
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| By cooking it and eating it and shitting it out
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| I can do mc, he won’t find shit all in the couch
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| Shit in the bathroom and shit in the mouth
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| And razorblades and alcohol, shit in the pouch
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| Like 50 bitches on periods, I’m serious now
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| It’s about to take 3 hours like hand paws
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| Trust me I’m tryna eat all them kids and the damn dog
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| I don’t want ransom I’m sicker than Charles Manson, Ansem
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| Like Chuckie I’m cutting your butt cheeks
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| Sit in that fucking corner bitch!
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| (Yes, it’s just about an hour left before dinner, you wanna watch a movie?)
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| Sit in that corner bitch!
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| (Instead of popcorn, I got popcorn alligator, you want some?)
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| Sit in that fucking corner bitch!
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| (Okay, well uhm, I gotta piss, so um, you need something to drink?)
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| Sit in that corner bitch!
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| (I also got diarrhea too, so uh, you want a milkshake?)
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| «Maybe I should have killed 4−500 people, then I would have felt better,
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| then I would have felt like I really offered society something.» |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Sit In That Corner B**ch! , by - Brotha Lynch Hung. Song from the album Dinner And A Movie, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп