Brotha Lynch Hung - D.O.A. (feat. First Degree the D.E.) lyrics

Mr. Mann-A-bal Lector It's all over the news right now You couldn't have missed it Do you have any idea what might of happened to them Any idea at all Everybody thinks you do Not me, but lots of people do Tell me what happened (He died a violent d**h) (hook) He won't have a head no mo' He won't have no bread no mo' I won't have to get fed no mo' He's D.O.A.(Dead on Arrival) b**h Give him an-enem-o-vemom And send em their endin' 10 of the minutes the minimum I eat 10 of em Tick-Tock on the clock taccin out many men He's D.O.A. (Dead on Arrival) X2 (Verse 1) I don't do it to get famous Sumthin' bout the brainless aimless Body wit the stainless Imma be in the 6-4 A Schizo talkin other language Yo' maine which your brain split Imma commit the hit flow Til the sh** blow This the foe Gangin and banging Lie in the playpen Wit the stainless Put his brain in my apron Then I'm escapin Staple his legs When I get the OK I'm tapin his legs When I get to door Breakin his legs Want a omlet Better be breakfast and eggs Ducc from the bomb hit They finn' to pay Smoke when the bomb lift They goin finn' pa** it Or they get the acid I'm bakin' that a** quicc Rapin that a** quicc Rhyme sound like I be takin' acid (hook) X2 Maybe the reason your so paranoid Is cause you smoke you much fuccin' marijuana Wouldn't you think? (Verse 2) I don't know I just spit that sh** Like i do coke(you do coke) I do hope You get this sh** quicc Cuz Spidy's broke(Spidy's broke) I do choke Got that sh** that rip chinese dope I do loc I got crip sh** in me like tiny loc I ain't actin' My nine milimeter make n***as do baccflips Get with them minimum practice Just hit them witta little gymnastics My heat is plastic I beat the ba*tard I eat that a** quicc for dinner The winner gets the meat And i dont have to be the n***a that spits the fastest Mr.NASA A-S-A-P give me my cashes Mummahed Ali n***as swoopin there a**'s If Griz was alive he'd be beatin their a**es I leak molla**es couldn't see me after 24 karats of gla**es You ain't the only one who gots goons sh** that'o bloody up rooms Rips that'o bloody up shoes Pop the 64 pop the pistols And I can get close enough To hit those rocc to split those You talk the good talk so walk the good walk Get up and lets go This the Mister piston niston sicc as this is Get your kids quicc take'em and rape'em This the siccness take'em and bake'em (hook) X2 It's quite obvious that people are addicted to your siccness They all seem to be emulating you Perhaps you should do something about that (Verse 3) I just know n***as couldn't see me witta telescope(see me witta telescope) I just hope You tell'em Lynch Hung come so tell us hoe Tell us Hoe I got thicc big b**h so smell this dope I mean sniff this coke Its the rip vic sh** drip out his nose I dont need this I carry a machete and I rip the cleveage I carry 'em and bury 'em I'm leavin 'em deep six Marin' and nall bearin' when I grind the teeth grip I prefer a deep dish imma be hidin behind 'em witta meat clever Momma be cryin im fryin wit tha heat seeker Probably be tryin' comin' wit the heat seek sh** Peter Parker AKA Coat Hanga Strangla They may pray but the Lynch is hangin'em After she dead Lynch Hung is bangin' guts STRANGE Ain't no tamin' us We get your brains and veins and bringin' them wit us Getta tat and bang it wit us One thang we insane and bring'en it up My tongue hangin when I'm aimin' aimin' at the guts n***a loc to da brain all wraped in one Hot dog a** n***as get wrap in the bun Tongue slit neck brains' hangin' wit Hung The real siccness is bacc so get it and run Imma get this sh** and attack when I aim at his done Imma get this sh** and pack when I aim at his done Siccness get your dick split (hook) X2 I can't control my own mind(my own mind) (Is that so) My mind It's uncontrolable (Well just keep coming bacc and we'll figure it out) So many answers I can give you (but worry to much) So many answers I can give you (all right i'll see you tommorrow)Laughs