Brotha Lynch Hung, ¡MAYDAY! - Eating You lyrics

Okay, now that we're here, I can
Finally tell you guys, what
What I brought you here for
So, but first of all, cheers
To Strange, toast, glasses up
Alright, alright this is how it went

I saw her in the woods by
Herself I had a knife
Perfect opportunity to take another life
Unfortunately I'm fucking ya kids
Instead of your wife
She was over 18 so she
Could make her own decisions
Sacramento born so she knew I probably visit
What is it a blizzard? Nigga I'll
Cut her up with the scissors
Laid the skin out on the
Table able to stretch it
Picture a nigga bathing in
Blood and butt naked
I met her at the studio I put her my record
Told her I'd give her an ass cap
If she turned that ass backwards
I lifted up the black skirt
Stuck a N9ne in her
Pulled the trigger
Now she gone and you eating her for dinner
I never would have told y'all
But I love y'all niggas
Told her my tour bunk was
Right above y'all niggas
She really wanted to see y'all
But I met her first
She told me she had a
¡MAYDAY! CD in her purse
I told her I was a Strange
Artist she didn't believe me
I was staring at the ¡MAYDAY!
Tattoo on her cleavage
She also had a Tech N9ne tat on her ass cheek
Vaseline
She say she just got it done last week
I said Tech's too busy that's a long shot
See he in the north pole
Fucking an Eskimo slut
He said the pussy was cold and
The rest was all cock
Felt like the pussy was dead
Kinda like a zombie
I gave her some of that
Humboldt cookie bomb weed
She was higher than the space needle
I keep that shit almost everyplace we go
I started cutting up the arms and the legs
And I had the bags in the passenger seat
And a blunt in the ashtray
Now I'm driving down the freeway
Paranoid, hella wired and I was
Driving for 3 days
I almost dropped the body parts
Off at the truck stop
Hella tired
Like for 2 hours I sucked cock
I couldn't focus
Eyes hella blurry, I can't stop
Going back to Cali ain't an option
Get caught by the cops
So I came to Kansas City just to talk to Trav
Y'all was on the next thing
Smoking now we eating meat
I'm on the news
Did you see me on the I.D. channel
They got a story about
Me called bloody candles
They say I murdered hella people
And ate the bodies up
They had some 6 foot nigga
Play my body double FUCK

Yeah man
I swear he even looked like you man
I couldn't believe it
Yo w-what’d you put in this food man
This shit is fucking awesome B
I swear to god man this shit got me
I don't know man this shit
Got me feeling fucking good

We really glad to be sitting
At your table and
Break the bread with the Mannibal of Lector
And this animal flesh just a stab at the best
And we expect no less from the gesture?
(Alright, and I seen her at the show of the
Day locked up what the fuck we eyed)
(This Morse Code tat with a
Flesh filled high and a
Pair of red socks that way up knee high
No lie)
This meal is fantastic
Thanks for the invite Lynch
Cheers to Strange
Too right, The Snake and Bats the shit
(Well Tech is fucking the Eskimos
In the north pole
We bath saltin' in Miami where
The whores [?] snort blow)
We been all up on your cannibal shit
The cannabis twist
And now we on some mannibal shit
The mammals we get
We damage with the top of
Our fist an ice pick
Swing hard just to damn and
The cliques Strange Music
(Ay that’s what's up
I need an ass filleted in this booth)
(And this meat is a little too tough
Brotha Lynch mighta been
That you overcooked?)
But back to the matter at hand
I know you damaged the fam
Which might cause concern
But at the end of the
Day it’s bros' before hoes'
They don’t ever seem to learn right Bernz
(Let’s chew it
The girls came through and got
More than she bargained for)
(She had a body that was so damn thick
The bowels could rip apart your jaw)
(Scars, hard, this broad
Was playing backyard)
(So it’s a shame you chopped her
Up Lynch but life is hard)
And I ain't her bodyguard
Goddamn this steak is charred
Pass me the whiskey please brotha
I need to ease the gods
But a demons claws
I scratch beneath the stars
And give ‘em another reason to be
Up in needing sacrafeasts in large?

So we thank you Brotha Lynch
Hung for this invitation
And we forgive you for the
Fan of ours you mutilated
On behalf of all of us
In ¡MAYDAY! here’s our statement
We're down to roll with you
No matter what the situation

So, t-the moral, I mean
You know basically what I was
Trying to tell you guys
I mean I just wanna know am I crazy?
(Nah, nah, nah)
For, for eating human meat?
(Wait, Wait? You were eating
Human meat right now?)
Did you guys, yeah.. you guys ate human meat
So, tell me what you think
(My stomach hurts…)
HA HAHAHAHAHA Human Meat
(Puking)