| You’re a bad man!
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| You’re a very bad man!
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| If anything tastes funny spit it out
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| Don’t trust it don’t eat it
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| Somebody’s trying to poison me
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| Somebody’s trying to get in my life
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| Motherfucker make them eat it all blood all over the wall
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| If anything tastes funny spit it out
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| Like this glock in the studio
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| But Im’ma get it out
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| It was time to just do my though but won’t follow directions
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| Cup of liquor at the intersection now I’m clenching on my weapon
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| Contemplating suicide thinking about little Kevin
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| Thinking about my girlfriend
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| Thinking about my situation
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| Thinking about will my world end tragically
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| So many people mad at me
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| I make them go away magically
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| But I just…
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| Put it behind me until they find me
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| This is perfect timing
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| This is hurtful rhyming
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| This is put you in the bushes if you try and try me
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| This is what you wanted so I’m going out for the fried meat
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| And when I die please burn me up and smoke me
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| Sorry I can’t believe the fucking lies that you told me
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| Cause loyalty is loyalty but you don’t know about that
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| Right after this COS rap I’m coming right back
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| If anything tastes funny spit it out
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| Can you taste it?
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| Can you smell it in the air?
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| Smells like bodies in the basement
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| Come take a walk with me down a road so sacred
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| Dead man walking scars underneath the braclet
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| No leaves on the trees dusty roads, no pavement
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| No sun
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| No shine
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| Just a lot of raining
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| One gun, one mind
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| Who am I to save it?
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| I’d rather pop the clip and blaze it
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| Bloody stage shit
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| Every room vacant in the house and I’m shaking
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| I’m colder than the glacier
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| Even where my heart breaking
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| Everything aching can’t repair myself
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| Every mirror in here broken like I can’t stare at myself
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| I see clear through the smoke cause I got air in myself
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| But every time they give me rope they think I tear at myself
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| Like I’m the plane crashing into the building
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| Like I’m the death
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| Like I’m the train coming off of the tracks
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| Guess I’m a wreck
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| If anything tastes funny spit it out
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| Throw it up, sew it up, right out the 50 throw it up, right out the kidneys toe
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| it up
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| Trying to get with me it’s tough like trying to eat
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| Old meat
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| Left out
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| All night
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| Aw me
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| Oh my
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| Now I’m going through the pain and I’m the blame, they think the money and fame
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| equals insane
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| It’s a strange game
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| Looking at my strange chain
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| Thinking I’m about to change mane
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| Imma let it stay the same
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| I’m online when I play the game
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| On time nah maybe not
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| On grind nigga I’m probably the hottest
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| I’m a problem, I got problems, I can’t solve all of them, hitting me at the
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| same time
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| That’s why it seems like I’m hitting you with the same rhyme game time
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| Niggas ain’t in my lane I’m
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| Hard to get along with sometimes
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| That’s hard life
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| Compare it to the hard right
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| I put it on the black top
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| Cause it’s going to be a hard fight
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| And it’s going to be a long night
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| And it’s nothing to bitch about (it's nothing to bitch about)
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| I noticed that this wasn’t anywhere on the internet so I had to post it
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| It is one of my favorite songs by Brotha Lynch and easily the best off his new
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| album
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| If there are any changes you notice please let me know and I’ll change it |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Spit It Out , by - Brotha Lynch Hung. Song from the album Coathanga Strangla, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп