seeker Prolly be tryin im comin with the eat deep shit Peter Parker AKA Coat Hanga Strangla They may pray Brotha Lynch is hangin her After shes dead Lynch Hung
I tried to commit suicide I had a gun in my mouth, and a tear in my eye Where's my mothafuccin' daughter at Thinkin' about the next place I can slaughter
plotted my next murder in the bedroom, Grippin on a pistol Way too potent, It like Cisco (Overdose) You aint gettin up in the mornin Eat you over dinner and a movie
I get the the riddle n' shoot TECs cut a nigga in half just like a duplex. Then all I ask is who's next take a nigga and give a nigga a suplex. Coathangastrangla
ers. leave em dead cut off the head nigga im a potent rymer im a pokish rifle give an eyeful im a sniper. nobody like she cock back snaps like a viper
these toxins like mustard gas Scrape the chevrolet, it's all to the good My nigga Brotha Lynch, Kurupt, Snoop and Daz [Brotha Lynch Hung:] Nigga this
Dinner and a Movie I'm Bacc Nigga That's what it is [Verse 1:] Yeah I might as well get wet Give me a Newport I'm a little strange now On fire like a
get the the riddle n' shoot Tecs cut a nigga in half just like a duplex. Then all I ask is who's next take a nigga and give a nigga a suplex. Coathangastrangla
.A. (Dinner on Arrival) [x2] [Verse 1:] I don't do it to get famous Sumthin' bout the brainless aimless Body with the stainless I'm a be in the 6-4. A
Yeah! Dinner and a Movie! Go buy my album (that's a fact)! Brotha Lynch Hung! [Verse 1:] Yeah I was sitting in a room with a pistol, schizo Fist full
[feat. G-Macc] [Hook:] I tried to commit suicide I had a gun in my mouth, and a tear in my eye Where's my mothafuccin' daughter at Thinkin' about the
drive even after that Starin at my strange chain, thinkin' ain't goin' back I got a new life, I'm a get a new wife, I'm a get a new 9, I think it was
me up They want the ambulance get me up They think I don't know I didn't sign up for this Black Market got me in this twist and did a flip flop baccflip
on him I just klack him with the thing, wrap 'em up and then have at a nigga's spleen That's what happened on the scene (What happened?) Dinner and a
I'm a crime scene maker life taker, Take em on a stage and rape em No apron, I'm a scrape his face and face Satan I'm a take his place and get a Jason
feet deep Took a nap, now they on the news talking 'bout how they want the nigga back I gave her back to 'em, but not before I took a bat, bashed her
Hahaha get 'em Grr, siccem Hahaha siccem [Verse 1: Brotha Lynch Hung] They call me Mr. Sicca-love-a-kiss Quick to yell out "fucc a bitch! " Thinkin'
of Sacramento though Why do they want to get severed up to many mini meat lits Why every time I get drunk and high can't trust a nigga like a secret So
