Brotha Lynch Hung - Sweeney Todd lyrics

Yall better be [?] This sh** is a lil different Okay let me spit this scripture After I k** a n***a I pull out the phone and take a quick picture n***as calling me Sweeney Todd cuz I cut them up and make Philly Steaks Been the bones then they really brake then refrigerate Imma [?] Grr I saw some sh** when I was six and then got my head f**ed up Told my momma homegirl to play with my dick (I'm serious man) And it felt sick then about six minutes later it got thick And I have been nuttin on their faces ever since I think I'm missing a brain I'll be throwing up skin suits And hanging em up in the closet and the rest I'll throw that b**h in the bay I really should keep taking my prozac Cuz I'll make your door wet in the throw back jersey turned [?] Babys momma s**in that big dick is what I witness I slit that b**h in the wrist when I seen that sh** God as your witness I watched her bleed all over the couch then the b**h start screaming sponsored links So I put the duct tape all over her mouth after d**h start eating sh** Imma mother f**ing barber with a straight razor I'm the reason they keep finding sh** in the harbor I brag about it wrote letter to the police I don't give a f** I'll put that nine-millimeter to your head before they lock me up I know you looking for them tight rhymes in the night time I shine and I spit harder then a pipe line when I write mine So I ain't worried about your light lines n***a I just went your life lines For some reason your raps sound just like mine Okay let me spit this scripture n***as want me to fall and you can see it like a picture I throw it like a pitcher you can catch it like a bat catcher Hit you in the helmet the ref wont like the (gas expected[?]) Strip em bu*t naked eat them for breakfast b**h I cut them sections up You don't believe they up in the freezer they all sectioned up I like meat I just started eating vegetables Hit em with the AK-47 now he's ah vegetable See ready set go behead him family let go Imma bout to let Tech know getting him bout the wet s** oh Then I'm about to have s** oh Then I'm about to slit necks no Then I'm about to get wet I'm hostile and its possible That I cut you up so much there ain't even no need for the hospital Math couldn't even make you logical you trying to f** with me Thats who thats why your whole roster broke So many can take this wrong I better watch my back These n***as will pop at me but n***a I'll pop right back Strange music in the house. Smoking weed all day get ready. Fully loaded, your boi spidda man. Seven on the mother f**ing beat and of course Rob Rebeck. Na what I mean shouts out to Tech N9NE, Kutt Calhoun, Krizz Kaliko, Stevie Stone!