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