Seven - Stabbed lyrics

[Intro: Brotha Lynch Hung] You know how people be sayin' that I, uhm Talk to dead bodies, uh, uh, everybody say that Are you dead? Nah, f** it, you don't have to say nothin' Anyway, any-, you attack Tech for nothin' Hopsin go through that same sh** Aight, we gon' handle this You want somethin' to eat? Aight, get you somethin' to eat Or you might be eaten! [Verse 1: Brotha Lynch Hung] n***as in Sacramento don't want it with me Tuckin' a .50 cal, should get me now, I'm 5150 I bet a n***a won't try me, I like to fry 'em up Line 'em up, bring 'em in front of me, I'mma dye 'em up I put his nuts in a bag and send it to mommy And have her yellin', "What's in the bag?", I'm a tsunami n***as attackin' my label get wrapped in a cable I'm back in the stable and I'm k**in' 'em, crackin' an Eggo (Grrr!) Mad-a**, bad-a**, everybody be wantin' to have that, nah-that Givin' me somethin' to stab at, yeah-that I'mma be huntin' they a** back (Brrat-brrat!) I'mma be somethin' to deal with, real sh** See the only way I eat is if I k** sh** Me and Tech and Hopsin gon' pop 'em Put 'em right in the lake, "Hey, don't drop 'em" Told 'em not to f** with us, n***a [Hook: Brotha Lynch Hung & Tech N9ne] (x2) n***as' about to get stabbed (Grrr!) n***as' about to get stabbed (Errrrrr!) n***as' about to get stabbed (Grrr!) n***as' about to get stabbed (Errrrrr!) [Verse 2: Tech N9ne] He said he wanted K.O.D. to come do this.. Ok People don't feel me, I think I'm really Michael Myers You think it's silly, not givin' a f** until the psycho fires When I go higher, you said to me, "Why do you need a rifle, sire?" My pill is to k** a man, I'm illin', yeah, snipe your eye, I light your fire Leave us, now he's after Jesus-ah Happy Holidays, I'm f'ing Ebenezer-hah Oh, what a teaser, he was not a bleeder But you need to believe that I feed, I'm eager-hah, hah Yeah, I heard what he said He ain't able to spit another verse when he dead Burnt a n***a, serve him the curb then he bled With Bourbon, I swerve to put his who*es into bed! (Cha!) Yeah (Cha!), you n***as gotta be kiddin' me, not even hittin' me 'Bout to get your bodily stiff and the ought to be kissin' me a** bad That'll be sad because the n***a's about to get stabbed, jab! Why do they persist, Lynch? When they know that we'll k** 'em all [Hook] (x2) [Verse 3: Hopsin] I was brought up as a man that loved to laugh Greetin' everybody with a handshake (Hello) Until I built a fan base, now I gotta deal with Groupie n***as I run into every damn day! (Rampage) I swear to God I hope I don't leave a n***as rib cracked How the f** did they find out where I live at? Motherf**ers all up in my business every minute When I be chillin' with women they be comin' up tryin' to chitchat Get back! Oh, sh**, what the f** did I get into? No autographs, I'm tryin' to chill with my friends, dude Yeah, don't surround me, I can't move Can't you see I'm tryin' to get to my vehicle? Please let the man through! I ain't feelin' no sorry and I finna to go hit up my n***a Lynch I'mma borrow a knife and startle the lives of anybody buggin' me I don't know if I'mma kick 'em or cut 'em, man, it's hard to decide I'mma start to devise a method of deadly weapons No question about it, you run up then you gon' get affected Go step in the ring if you fools dare to You gon' second-guess on takin' a picture with me cause you too scared to (Aight, ey, hold up my, n***a, ey) What's up, man (You that n***a Hop, right?) Yeah (The white contacts and skating on a skateboard) Ey, I gotta go real quick (Can I get a picture with you, my-?) Nah, man, get outta my-, get the f** out of my face, fool! [Hook] (x2)