Seven - Red Dead Bodies lyrics

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Seven - Red Dead Bodies lyrics

[Verse 1: Brotha Lynch Hung] I'm going in, blacking out Here we go again I'm sick like I been drinking rat poison Mixing it with Henn' Let me get this in I'mma get into that siccness sh** Witness it, it'll be a Christmas gift Ripping this b**h's cli*oris Sicc as sh** I'mma get rid of the dead body Sleep with his head by me Smokin' on that purple sh** Eyes looking red and Chinese Yellow like a Siamese cat Somebody better feed that I'mma get hideous and here he is And now he's seriously furious And now his memory is black Got me a knife and a MAC Caught you sleeping in a deep sleep You get a knife in the back Hard off with the sawed off And I'm all off that sack Couple of pills and I'm smack, what's that? Muskrat, I'mma bust back, trust that Cut that and it's just that, just that Cut 'em up like cut crack And I spit that bu*ton up Better get back, sh** splat Get that, I'mma kick back, it's that Spyderman, get back, fall back All that, call that raw tactics Hittin' 'em up with no practice At this crack is atlas[?] Pack his bag, it's dinnertime Anytime, that's it [Hook] x2 Red Dead Bodies That's how we like it! [Verse 2: G-Macc] I'm off this cherry AK Me and the crimeboss, he's Mr Kevin ?Let off 11, n***a Chevrolet? No, I meant to say ?Hecka love to get Chevrolet? We draw the heat like police sketch artist Reach in the arsenal, meat fillet and eat for days Eat the street up, like when I see 'em Knife in between 'em Lights off, nightcrawler RIP THE SHEETS UP! One n***a dead, two n***a dead, three up Get up, k** up everybody in the house with the nina Not bury the body, gotta carry the body 'Till they see us, in the back seat with the C-Section cleaver I got an erection with no protection, give her infected needles And I tested positive for arsenic ??? in this cathedral Red Dead Bodies full of lead, bloody bed, that's what I said When I head directly to the meat, watch for the feds and I'm smoking Pineapple Headband, hand cannon Ran up in your house, demand a ransom Circumstances, murder ?dance and one? Reach in the back, then act, kidnapping your grandson Pull the sheets back and release tactical handguns [Hook] x2 Red Dead Bodies That's how we like it! [Verse 3: Brotha Lynch Hung] Baby don't cry Dry your eyes Your mom and daddy dies by me sticking an ice pick in their eyes I got you a little surprise n***a nuts and guts and look at this n***a, what the f** I took a hit Right in the b**hes thighs Lec'd it when I wreck it, check it Leave a b**h bu*t naked in seconds Cut a b**h up in little sections You should have protection, a weapon Spyderman had a weapon, crept in You shoulda never slept in Kevin's eating up midsections Bet I'm leaving bleeding He's wet and sweating Double kicking n***as like Tekken, and yet I'm Leaving n***as like a jet, and settin Bombs up for the weapon, let 'em He don't really wanna test 'em Unless I'm leavin then he might test 'em ?Nine s** 'em? Siccer than Joe Pesci, leaving the bedroom messy, messy Just 'cause your b**h wanna have s** with me She gonna end up becoming my recipe Lying dead next to me Cause n***as be falling off like sesame seeds, trust me I won't call it off, he was messing with me, he rusty [Hook] x2 Red Dead Bodies That's how we like it!

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