Brotha Lynch Hung - Can I Have A Napkin? lyrics

[Hook] I might just eat your brains to see what's in your soul I'm high drunk wet angry They gone have to capture me I'm cookin em up in a factory n***a ya dead now n***a ya dead now [Verse 1] Can I have a napkin? I eat his insides out nobody knew what happened I ran down the avenue, all red like mac10 Jailhouse shank tako n***a he died laughin Blue dickies bloodied up always keep em saggin Head trauma, you couldn't even fix it up wit aspirin As if n***as wanna eat but I eat ask em n***a you wanna certified dope record cash em sponsored links Thats why I'm STRANGE on that a** I gotta pa**ion Only reason I spit like this n***a I drink acid Modern day Ca$his Roy Jones Mayweather You couldn't tell me nothin bout sicc n***a we stay together Sleep in the same bed runnin through the same bread Still spittin fire if you know the rap games dead GRRR I eat spaghetti intestines so I don't give a f** about your funny a** tactics And I don't wanna run up in your stomach PEPTO All you other horrorcore rappers DREP though Run up in em Cut em in the mother f**in neck though No more rappin no need to use the techno My rhymes like lead bullets leavin your set wet though I challenge you motherf**ers I'ma broke n***a so lets go Tech N9ne Sacramento cannibal I eat Breath stink like human meat got pieces in my teeth Can I Get A Toothpick? Overdose on 24 pills that way you guilty motherf**ers know what the truth is n***as think they know me they callin me a OG f** all your sympathy n***a you can die slowly Poisonous get your boys in this I take em by the dozen n***a I get devious that was my little cousin n***a I'm just sick in the head you thought I wasn't? I'll make a n***a drink my piss guzzle n love it! [Hook] I might just eat your brains to see what's in your soul I'm high drunk wet angry They gone have to capture me I'm cookin em up in a factory n***a ya dead now n***a ya dead now [Verse 2] Excuse me, can I have a napkin? I'm drippin' like a vampire when he ain't rappin' I eat rappers up, I admit, I eat swine With a little squeeze from the lemon and lime Me I hate women all the time (I really mean) exes Dream about Leavin em in the back of the lexus Cut throat legs spreaded open like Texas Razor blade p**y lips n***a she died gaspin Murder without a motive its ya boy I gotta pa**ion N I be puffin on that kush like Ashton, Sebastion You don't wanna f** around gattin Music either I gotta couple of them fat ones