[Hook] x12
Suicide Watch
[Verse 1: Brotha Lynch Hung]
Yeah, I'm in a all black khaki suit
In an all black room feeling like I'm in the back of the room
And I'm strapped to something that's like, out of a movie, That's cool. k** like I'm in a Dracula movie
That's too practical, did a tactical movement
Next thing you know I was loose and I was moving
Brotha Lynch Hung go through the jungle, wit' a machete and I hunt those, then I cut throat
I don't know what's happening maybe I'm blacking out
k**ing everybody in sight then smashing out
Murder date n***a go head ask 'em out
Coathanga Strangla n***a ask about him
Like J-Lo.... Oh a** is out
Anybody will tell ya' that n***a's a acid mouth
I will never lose, I'm cruising past your house
I'mma start chewing his meat if he's as I'm out?
Hit me wit the .50 - get your brains blasted
Carry me a Billy the Kid and that's plastic
Buried n***a, hid in the crib, and that's-that's it
I be on some dumping the dead n***as in caskets
Do it for the bi-bi uh chop chop
Do it for the b**hes, tch-tch-tch, slash em'
I get all up in a n***a head, aspirin
I could get a n***a shot in the head, ask 'em
Orville Redenbacher, n***a I'll pop ya'
Tore his head like cotton, go need the doctor
Call the coroner, leavin' him in a corner
Called his boys up, they gon' be looking for him
Put these toys up, disappear in the morning
Eat these boys up, it was a little boring
sh** his prime guts, I'm nuts, I'm sick
I must consider Your Highness, b**h
[Hook] x16
Suicide Watch
[Verse 2: Devious]
Yeah boy, got my mind on the milli
Hand gripped tight on the milla
Finger on the trigga', and you f**ing wit' a straight guerilla
Dominate the enemy tremendously, and leave em' wit' his face on the pillow
Reppin' MadeSicc n***a, they don't really want it
If you want it come get it
Come wit' it I'm a spit it, from the start to the finish
Wit' no fault or pretending, hit all in yo' mouth like a dentist
(Is it the siccness!?)
They got a n***a all in it to win it, busta better pardon my Cripness'
Put you on my hit list, *gunshot*
And just bring a witness to the lyrical ma**acre of these b**hes
Played a part in inventing this
Cut, slice, dice, chop, beef scrambled up, test and cook syrup
n***a, 'cause I'm a hit em' wit'
Right, left, punch, uppercut, then throw pronouns and verbs
And many other words, I'm like a Thunderbird
I mean a Thundercat, that's just the way I act
I put em' on their back and that's a known fact
I leave their motherf**ing sound and their line flat
You wanna habitat, where them G's at?
I flip it like a mat and light it like a match
Freddy Krueger Luda, wit' a Ruger on his lap
Poom, pang, ping, k** a dream like that
So where my n***as, yo? And where the b**hes go?
We paint a pretty picture from the ceiling to the flo'
We tear the club up, been done f**ed the streets though
If you really want it all you gotta' do is let me know
You f**ing wit' my brotha Lynch I'm busting Calicos *gunshot*
I creep up on you, you don't wanna give you mo'
Hotter than the sun, colder than an Eskimo
Blap at 'em wit' the 4"
And have 'em yelling Geronimo!
[Hook] x16
Suicide Watch
[Outro]