Brotha Lynch Hung, Cos - Friday Night lyrics

Aie C.O. I think they forgot
Ma nigga can you please
Remind these motha fuckaaas

Its the main cam dog get it confused
I'm in the attic with the latern
Tryna write to through the flu
Sicker than sick tryna find the right move
Cause all I see is
Blood on the wall drippin right on my shoes
This blood stains on the bathroom sink
Mixed drinks
Bloody murder turn your bathroom pink
I'm cuttin right through
Every vein and every artery
The pain became a part of me
The porn house putting targets like a archery
My bloody valentine put a whole
Where his heart'll be
Tell him cancel Christmas take the lights
Down its dark to me
These niggas are bitches hit the court
L.A. sparks to me
Ima give them ditches pitchforks
Graveyards to sleep
I'm a Braveheart Mel Gibson
Its how ima speak
Fuck everybody
And they Momma that's what ima teach
Dump everybody
In the water with piranhas Dee
And theyll never find em
If they do they been gone for weeks
Decompose, I compose up a little murder show
Lights off
Curtains close then ima let the burner go
Blood on his wife, and his momma, furthermore
This a madesicc camp crystal lake murder flow
Everything you heard before
Just don't cut it
Now we back with razor blades and
Alcohol that we can guzzle
Mr.Nobrandt you can feel my nature
Rise through the ceiling puffin'
Taylors with some taylors

That's what happened on a friday night
Bloody prints in your bedroom
Ima try that knife
A lot of people had to die that night
I got to eat
So that means you gon' fry that night
I gotta eat

Body sweatin like a Juggalo
I just murdered a whole family
Bodies was droppin like dominoes
I slit they neck and I hit every room pokin
On mothafuckas like they was getting a tattoo
But it goes real deep, get some real sleep
Suicide watch nigga trust me I
Ain't scared to creep
I ain't scared to die, I'm prepared to die
They ain't scared to lie
They ain't there for I
So I'm just leavin em bleedin you
Can believe that I'm breathin
Long as I'm breathin no liquid
Bout to be seepin
Lyrically eatin men, I got an appetite
These niggs ain't actin right
And they ain't rappin right
So I shook em and I took em to the afterlife
You could watch me cook em look
I'm eatin fried brains tonight
This is a set up, niggas 'bout to get wet up
No matter what you think about me
I will never let up

I'm a rollin stone, I carry magazines
I don't care to stab a spleen
I'm a hungry human being
See I create murder scenes
That's what I do that's my job
Learned it from the creep mob in the gardens
(wuddup cuh)
I'm a hard head, rollin with a pistol
Hard head nigga with a pistol that's schizo
Our leg cuts a lot of crystal I'm a sicko
Car keys give em to me
I'm about to skeet skirt
Nigga my feet hurt, try to walk in my shoes
Don't nobody wanna go through shit
Just like I do
Don't nobody wanna get the clip
Get the bad news
Don't nobody wanna get the
Bullet hole tattoos
I'm a pull it close
Rap dudes, get treated like breakfast
Specially when my set rip
Lynch hung necklace
Been done tested
The .357 but I used the coathanger