Brotha Lynch Hung, G-Macc, Bleezo - Mask And Knife lyrics

Ay my nig
Is that some weed right there, my nig?
Let me hit that shit
Man ya feel me? Pass that shit

Naw, this ain't weed, nigga, you
Know what this is

I don't know what it is

You see how shiny the cigarette is, nigga
(hehehe)

Awww, that crippler dippler!

Roberto, let's do it again!

Clear my throat, then I
Pull a butterfly knife out the back
Pocket chop it with a semi
Half of the body left in the closet
The other half in the cutlass with me
Wanna come back with the gonorrhea
Feed it to 'em, stomach empty
Look at her fifty stab wounds
Hit her with ten
Droppin' the knife
Then pickin' it up, then shiv her again
Deliver it to the meat grinder
Makeshift grade weed finder
Dig her back up, eat the eyes up
Beat your wife up, keep the knife cut
I got decay
Put it to your face, piece releasin'
I bury your face deep to
The sea creatures' region
I'm knee deep in your niece's feces
Right of the pee screamin' finger up
Back from the guts, eat these
You can look at me, I'm three people
One of em axe murderer
One of em cat burglar, other one pure evil
Lil' Ripgut 'bout to pick it
Up and then rape shit
Sake shit
Alcohol and razor blade kit… (Let’s rip it!)

Every single day I take a fetus with me
(eat it!)

Frequent, with a black ski mask and a knife!
The freak hazardous type
Got sick habits to beat rappers
Deceased afterlife
I'll sneak in your pad and catch you
While you sleep stab you twice
And with no knee pads knee pads
I'll tea bag your wife!
Nigga, I breathe gass in the mic
No 2 Chainz
But I be in the trap with bean bags all right
Did I mention G-Macc
I hope you got a beast appetite
Spit at nuts and guts and chunks
Of human meat slabs tonight…!
I eat the beat alive, I'm a mic vulture
Play all my money
I carve you niggas like an ice sculpture
My mind’s kinda bipolar
I'm a high roller, eye swoler
I'll probably stab a bitch
Before the night's over
My flow's dope bitch, I rhyme yola
I be eatin’ niggas like side orders
When I ride on 'em
A scoundrel
Run up in your household with
A scalpel and scalp you
For one hundred thousand and counting
I suicide note’cha

Every single day I take a fetus with me
(eat it!)

Everybody 'bout to get chopped up
Meat grinder, heat finder, we find her
Puttin' her up in the cut
With a couple of razors up in her butt
Ya boy be fucking it up
And there ain't nobody that can touch
I ain't lyin' nigga
I'm Kobe Bryant in the clutch
Grrr, Mask and the Knife
Run up in your house
Nigga, and I'm slashin' your wife
Kidnappin' your infants
I'm rippin' shit, I get into shit
Run up on 'em
Gun up on 'em, I won upon ’em, sickle sick!
(Grr)
Kill a nigga like cancer if he
Think about fucking with me
Sticking a .50 caliber up the gut
Hit the kidneys
Rapin' a nigga
Scrapin' a nigga off the plate
I think my brain is off the slate
(Ay nigga, ay, come here nigga) Altercate
Running through niggas like Walter Payton
Dead wife at the altar waiting
Grr, splitting the cleavage, I
Got the meat cleaver
Cuttin' em up when I eat people!

Every single day I take a fetus with me
(eat it!)