Brotha Lynch Hung

[Verse 1]
The Coat, the Coathanga
The Throat, the Throatstrangla
Banging the GD, online like 3G
I'm comin in 3d with these bullets and no bullshit
In the back of the van, I carry full clips
Don't believe me? Watch YouTube, I pull shit
Causing enough blood that you can fill pools with
You motherfuckers know the name, I'm insane
And I'm still loc'd to the brain
And ain't nothing to pour with
The Coathanga Strangla, banging 'em up
Ain't taming the cub
Put your brain in a cup
Brotha Lynch Hung, and I see hanging 'em up
Wearing 'em out like clothes
So niggas don't know it's me, Spidey
Niggas will suck neck and eat shit, just to be by me
Shit'll get fucked up in the anal
Just blame your freezy I see
Spitters on a daily basis
Put 'em into muddy places
Bloody meat is what he tasted
I like to fry 'em and
Then I'm coming in faces
And that's just one of the cases

[Chorus]
With the chainsaw
Leave your brains draw
Somebody just got cut
So when I'm in your window with a machette
And a pistol best believe it's just to give me a nut

[Verse 2]
To rappers I'm like John Wayne Gacey
Like I.C.P. with the clown face
I be killing em up, then I eat bacon
What? He's Jason Vorhees with a (wamanese?)
Sucking me up, I'm about to get the head cut off
Cause I see faces
Spitting on niggas, I'm disrespectful
I'm a necro - philliac, niggas'll get petro
Gas niggas every day
Ask niggas "E.B.K"
As if a nigga would
As if a nigga could
I wish a nigga would test me
Guess who's my brand new recipe
Open your chest like "Open Sesame"
Open your chest with these bullets
I pull it, then it kills niggas
Putting holes in your tommy hill figure,
let the reals get ya
Feeding him pills with the bloody mary hot sauce
Soon as it pops off, then the clock's off
All the cops are spread on the walls
Blood in your drawer
Eating your all
Beating the dog
Shit outta bitches

[Chorus]
With the chainsaw
Leave your brains draw
Somebody just got cut
So when I'm in your window with a machette
And a pistol best believe it's just to give me a nut

[Brotha Lynch Hung]

It's another murder after the fact,
Twist a motherfucker's hat to the back,
Sicker than rat poison,
I black them niggas, hittin' the back black b-lat blat blat!
He gonna feel it, I'm gonna peel his banana real quick,
Spit the siccness, get your dick split,
Witness, sick of this shit, business,
I'ma put them on a hit list,
Teach about the season of the siccness, 666 shit,
Creep in your house, put a gun in yo mouth,
I'm under the house, hiding,
Bodies under the couch and I ain't comin' out,
I'm going out dying, try 'em undeniable,
I don't know I just fry 'em them,
I cum hard on their face probably 'cause I don't like them,
I'm a OG Viking, Chris Carter, I spit harder, I get farther,
Put it in the butt, his daughter's, spit a nigga nut,

[Chorus]

'Cause I'm takin' online order!
'Cause I'm takin' online murder!

[Brotha Lynch Hung]
Put the body up in the trunk,
Now you stuck in the rut, get it rough in the butt,
While I puffin' the blunt,
Get it up in the gut, put 'em up in the cut,
I'm stick 'em and rip 'em,
I'm dippin' 'em in hot sauce,
Legs and arms,
A little bit of Agent Orange, a hot caca,
Hot ---, I rock bodies, tombing they ass,
Cock naughties, broom in the ass,
I probably fuck 'em till they get blue in the ass,
---, bloody bodies, nigga nuts in your hot coffee,
Motherfuckers better get off me,
I will slit them in the neck ever so softly, watch me,

Anybody who wanna come fuck with 'em come face 'em,
I'll be in Camp Crystal lake like Jason waitin',
Take 'em and rape 'em and then I cut 'em up,
Bake 'em and ate 'em then I throw 'em up,
Shit 'em out, you gonna forget about 'em,
You gotta live with out 'em, then I'm out,

[Chorus]

'Cause I'm takin' online order!
'Cause I'm takin' online murder!

[Tech N9ne]

Nigga, you gotta be willing to give me your soul,
I don't be takin' them mininum, gotta be whole,
Look at the Stranger, get with the Strangla,
Givin' the livin' a pick and a stick and a bow,
I come in an oven to put in a muffin a nigga be
Lovin' to eat a bitch up and I throw it up in a commode,
Blah! Nigga, be livin' to give it another because of a nigga within him is cold,
I cannot contain what is insane within this brain, nigga,
Never was it mondane, but it was in pain, fuck it then came lick her,
How did I become bane, put enough strain now the lust reigns,
With a snuff frame killer, rippin' motherfuckers up,
I open 'em up, the puss came quicker,
Hotel, motel, I don't give a fuck I'm pickin' up
Bitches I make 'em lick it up,
I bussin' gonorrhea not until her throat swell,
Better let go of my coattail, I'm gonna propell into more hell,
Takin' online orders from a cerebellum you can get it wholesale!

[Chorus]

'Cause I'm takin' online order!
'Cause I'm takin' online murder!

I refuse to lose
fuck them 22's
i got a AP 10 an a throw away tech 9
so u kno u can't fuck with mine (x4)

if i was standin in the dark lettin my 9 spark
(maybe in the mornin mothafuckas might feel me yet)
it's the 9 tech nigga that got them mothafuckas tore up
as i smash off in a 7 deuce truck, u holdin yo gut talkin bout
(what the fuck u smokin on?)
all dome yes the chronics got me gone, nigga it's on.. on til the slugs come out
(at night i do my murder redrum so tight)
it's tha 3rd strike nigga, so now i'm endin up at yo dome
bout to watch yo brain split an hit the fleetwood brome
i'm like richard chase mixed with al capone
if u want some ripgut shyt nigga, yeah i got. it's on.
so go to the crip an get ya wig split
foolin wit the tech chrome
an say the alphabet backwards fast or find you a brand new dome
a criminal minded nigga that got teffs in his 9, so head to the east side
cus it's redrum time


I refuse to lose
fuck them 22's
i got a AP 10 an a throw away tech 9
so u kno u can't fuck with mine (x2)

nigga, it's that sac a da indo killafornia state of mind
where niggas put their gangsta gear on an bend corners in a chev 6 9
wire rims you can't see me wit their neighborhood flags an their black cold heart beanies
i'm like genie
as i swoop through ya hood, and get up to no good and i wish u would
test my tech because it loves to take out necks and empty backs out so i max out
350 on the blacktop.. most smokeded chronic smokin. locced out sherm classic perm
(in my ashtray it's always roach, hit the left lane in case one time approach)
I got 5 warrants an some 89 cash. 17 in the clip of my automag
so sad, i gotta watch my back cus these niggas wanna put me up in a black leather sac an throw me over their back.
but fuck that.
why u think i got extended clips? cus i'm so high most of the time i jus can't miss nigga

I refuse to lose
fuck them 22's
i got a AP 10 an a throw away tech 9
so u kno u can't fuck with mine (x2)

(you know u can't fuck with mine. you kno u can't step to mine cus i'm on time with the rhyme, i gather mine)

I refuse to lose
fuck them 22's
i got a AP 10 an a throw away tech 9
so u kno u can't fuck with mine (x3)