Brotha Lynch Hung - Suicide Watch lyrics

[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]