Brotha Lynch Hung - D.O.A. lyrics

Mr. Manibal Lector... It's all over the news right now, you couldn't have missed it... Do you have any idea what might have happened to him? 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! (Chorus X2) He won't have no head no more He won't have no bread no more I won't have to get fed no more (he's D.O.A) Give em enema then im a send an ending 10 of em is a minimum I eat 10 of em Tik tok on the clock takin out many men (he's D.O.A) I don't do it to get famous Something bout the brain is aimless body where the stain is Imma be in the six fo a schitzo Talkin other language I may miss yo brain split Imma commit the hit flo til the sh** blow this two fo gangin and bangin Lay in the playpen with the stainless Put his brain in my apron then im escaping Staple his legs when I get the ok im tapin I'm his legs when I get the dough pay im breakin his legs Want an omelette we breakin some eggs Yup when the bomb hit they fittin to pay Smoking the bomblett they fittin to pa** it or they get the acid Im bakin that a** quick rapin that a** quick rhyme sound like I be takin the acid (Chorus X2) Maybe the reason you're so paranoid is bc you smoke so much f**ing marijuana, wouldn't you think? I don't know I just spit that sh** like I do coke (you do coke?) I do hope u get this sh** quick cause spidey's broke (spideys broke?) I do joke I got sh** that rip that Chinese dope I do low I got Crip sh** in me like tiny loke I ain't active my 9 mm make n***as do back flips An ima get with em with minimum practice Then ima just hit em with a lil gymnastics My heat is plastic I beat the ba*tard I eat that a** quick for dinner The winner get meet my masta and I don't hafta beat the ba*tard that spit it the fastest Mr. NASA ASAP gimme my cash is Mohammed Ali n***as eatin they a**es Frizz was alive we'd be beatin they a**es (Rest in Peace) I leak mola**es couldn't see me with 24 pairs of gla**es You aint the only one who got goons sh** that'll bloody up rooms Rips that'll bloody up shoes Hop the six fours poppin pistols And I can get close enough to hit those rock that split those you talk a good talk so walk a good walk get up and let's go it's the Mr. Piston it's the sickest this is gets ya kids quick take em and rape em this the sickness take em and bake em (Chorus X2) Its quite obvious that ppl are addicted to your sickness. They all seem to be emulating you. perhaps you should do something about it? I just know n***as couldn't see me with a telescope (telescope) I just hope you tell em that John comin so tell his Ho (Tell his Ho!) Tell his ho I got thick big b**h so smell this dough I mean sniff this coke its terrific sh** drips out his nose I don't need this I carry a machete and I rip the cleavage I carry em i bury em Im meetin em deep six marry the ball bearing when I grind the teeth grit I prefer a deep dish imma be hidin behind em with a meat cleaver Momma be cryin I fry em with a heat-seeker Prolly be tryin im comin with the eat deep sh** Peter Parker AKA Coat Hanga Strangla They may pray Brotha Lynch is hangin her After shes dead Lynch Hung is bangin guts (STRANGE!) Aint no tamin us, we get ya brains and ya veins and bring em with us Get a tat and bang it wit us One thing we insane and bringin it up My tongue hang when I maim and aim at the guts n***a lobe to the brain wrapped all up in one Hot dog a** n***as get wrapped in a bun Tongue slit neck brains hangin with Hung The real sickness is back so get it and run Imma get this sh** and tat when I aim it it's done Imma get this sh** and tat when I aim it it's done Sickness get ya dick split (Dick split) (Chorus X 2) I can't control my own mind my mind Is that so? It's uncontrollable Well just keep coming back and we'll figure it all out Thats all the answers I can give you Don't worry too much That's all the answers I can give you Alright ill see you tomorrow