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Mdk Brotha Lynch Hung Feat. You gotta check out. I’m wes craven on paper So plug yo pussy clips Cause i get sicker than a sifilous dick And yo mama won’t like my shit nigga Admit if you was sittin up in yo room hi Loaded up in yo tape deck ready to write yo tape next Me i do hot sex Razor blade and alcohol swarzanigga ceremonial ripsneck Then i write my shit next So feel yo insides and yo intestins when you mix me wit The wisky tell’em situation risky wit a nailgun through Yo eye you will I got this endo suckin me dry I got this slut bitch suckin me dry Bout to wet the bed up It was the perfect setup Bloody sheets bloody sheets No body no body No murder weapon I got this endo suckin me dry I got this slut bitch suckin me dry It was the perfect setup Bout to wet the bed up Bloody sheets No body no body No murder weapon. Brotha Lynch Hung ft. Advisory – the following lyrics contain explicit language: Brotha Lynch Hung] And I got bodies in the trunk, some of that [?

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Brotha Lynch Hung – MDK Lyrics

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Locc 2 Da Brain. Murder, death, kill, we hungry Murder, death, kill, lynxh hungry And I got bodies in the trunk, some of that cayenne pepper Midnight just passed, better keep your eyes on Lector I’m hidin’ in your closet with a machete and trash bags Spaghetti your insides, get ready, I been died Dead like a zombie Backpack full of that crack that’ll ylnch you go hug mommy Botha drugs on me I’m too nice, but don’t make me get that butcher knife cause I do slice Television say I’m a monster, they look at me like I’m Ed Gein, guts in a box, red sin And givin’ bitches head drama, I’m way worse I scrape the skin off your back and make a human skin brotga Cuttin’ this meat, Strange is invited to eat Murder, death, kill, we hungry Murder, death, kill, we hungry Murder, death, kill, we hungry Murder, death, kill, we hungry Murder, death, kill, we hungry Murder, death, kill, we hungry Murder, death, kill, we hungry Murder, death, kill, we hungry Ey, Lynch, is that a blunt?

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Trizz Brotha Lynch Hung. Roll that Lace it with the cocaine, a nigga need to smoke that Forgot to take my Prozac, I’m tryin’ to get my zone back Shakin’ and twitchin’, ready to kill a nigga, oh snap!

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I feel alone to myself, so depressing Stressed out, hectic, come close and get yo’ neck slit Reckless, rippin’ shit out and give it as the message Guts on your doorstep, wake ya up for breakfast Send it out to Lynch for Dinner and a movie Had the cops confused when they investigate, who, me?

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Brotha Lynch Hung ft. Brotha Lynch Hung] Watchin’ a bitch scream, yeah, buddy, it wasn’t as bloody as it seems Wrap you up in duck mfk This time I was sniffin’ cocaine I be havin’ bad dreams and I want brains A midnight killer, like it’s a fucking video game I’m rippin’ and fuckin’ the beat, nigga, game fuck [Hook x2 ] [Verse 4: What does this song mean to you?

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I feel alone llynch myself, so depressing Stressed out, hectic, come close and get yo’ neck slit Reckless, rippin’ shit out and give it as the message Guts on your doorstep, wake ya up for breakfast Send it out to Lynch for Dinner and a movie Had the cops confused when they investigate, who, me? Brotha Lynch Hung When we found you you were nothing Now you are our nothing Is there room for unrest Die Trizz] Ey, Lynch, is that a blunt?

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Siccmade music comin up out yo seat Catch the reeper night crawler creeper Dig a ditch get a bitch nigga dig a ditch deeper I’ma take yo head with this street sweeper Leave yo brains on yo speaker Smash off in yo jeep Do the bitches i’ma get real hostle Get the signal model in stroddle Smash down on the throddle More scratch than lucky luciano Serve more mutha fuckas than gronnup Creep up on ya like dunnup Send on to ya forehead and then like they said i fled Cause lgnch the type of nigga that’ll leave a horse head in ya bed Take ya wife rape her no caper Tie the bitch to the bed Don’t push me cause i’m close to mdl edge Real lunatic and sicc-fed And thats some sentimental shit I just might drip cream from my dick When i’m brotna that Smirnoff gin mix with o.

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Roll that Lace it with the cocaine, a nigga need to smoke that Forgot to take my Prozac, I’m tryin’ to get my zone back Shakin’ and twitchin’, ready to kill a nigga, oh snap!