Hook
Suicide Watch repeat 12x
(1st verse) brotha lynch hung
Yeah I'm in a all black khaki suit, in an all black room feeling like I'm in the back of the room
And I'm strapped to something thats like, out of a movie, that's cool. Kill em' like I'm in a Dracula movie, Thats too practical did a tactical movement, next thing you know I was loose and I was moving
Brotha Lynch Hung go through the Jungle, wit' a machete and I hunt those, then I cut throat, I don't know what's happening maybe I'm blacking out, killing everybody in sight then smashing out, murder date nigga go head ask em' out, Coat Hanga Strangla nigga ask about em', like J-lo.... Oh ass is out
Anybody will tell ya' that nigga's a acid mouth, I will never lose
I'm cruising past your house, Ima' start chewing his meat if he's as I'm out?
Hit ya wit the 5th to get your brains blasted, carry me a billy the kid and that's plastic, buried nigga hid in' the crib, and thats that's it, I'm a dumping some dead niggas in caskets
Do it for bee bee uh chop chop, do it for the bitches slish and then slash em', I get all up in a nigga head, aspirin, I could get a bigga shot in the head ask em', Orville reddenbacher, nigga I'll pop ya', tore his head like cotton, go to the doctor, call the coroner, called his boys up they gon't' be looking for him
Put these toys up, disappear in the morning, eat these boys up it was a little boring, shit his prime guts, I'm nuts, I'm sick, I must consider your Highness, Bitch, Bitch
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2nd verse
(Devious)
Yeah boy got my mind on the milli, hand gripped tight on the milla, finger on the trigga', and you fucking wit' a straight guerilla
Dominate the enemy tremendously, and leave em' wit' his face on the pillow, reppin' MadeSicc nigga, they don't really want it, if you want it come get it, come wit' it I'm a spit it, from the start to the finish, wit' no fault or pretending, hit all in yo' mouth like a Dentist, THIS IS THE SICCNESS!, they got a nigga all in it to win it
Busta better ? My Cripness', put you on my Hit list, GUN SHOT!, and just bring a witness, to the lyrical massacre of these bitches, played a part in inventing this, cut, slice, dice, chop, beef scrambled up, and cook surp'
Nigga cuz' I'm a hit em' wit', right left punch uppercut, then I'm a throw, pronouns and verbs, in many other words I'm like a Thunder Bird, I mean a Thunder Cat, that's just the way I act
I put em' on they back, and that's a known fact, I leave they motherfucking sound and they line flat, you wanna' habitat, where them G's at, I flip it like a mat, and light it like a match
Freddy Krueger Luda, wit' a reuger on his lap, poom bang ping kill a dream like that, so where my niggas yo, and where the bitches go, we paint a pretty picture from the ceiling to the flo'
We tear the club up, been done fucked the streets though, if you really want it all you gotta' do is let me know, you fucking wit' my Brotha Lynch I'm busting calicoe's, GUNSHOT!
I creep up on you, you don't wanna give you mo', hotter than the sun, colder than an eskimo, blap at em wit' the 4', Automatic gunfire, and have em' yelling Geronimo!
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