Brotha Lynch Hung - Sweeney Todd lyrics

Yall better be [?] This shit
Is a lil different

Okay let me spit this scripture
After I kill a nigga I pull out
The phone and take a quick picture
Niggas calling me Sweeney Todd cuz I cut
Them up and make Philly Steaks
Been the bones then they really
Brake then refrigerate Imma [?]
Grr I saw some shit when I was six
And then got my head fucked up
Told my momma homegirl to play with my dick
(I'm serious man)
And it felt sick then about six
Minutes later it got thick
And I have been nuttin on
Their faces ever since
I think I'm missing a brain I'll
Be throwing up skin suits
And hanging em up in the closet and the
Rest I'll throw that bitch in the bay
I really should keep taking my prozac
Cuz I'll make your door wet in
The throw back jersey turned [?]
Babys momma suckin that big dick
Is what I witness
I slit that bitch in the wrist when I
Seen that shit God as your witness
I watched her bleed all over the
Couch then the bitch start screaming
So I put the duct tape all over
Her mouth after death start eating
Shit Imma mother fucking barber
With a straight razor
I'm the reason they keep finding
Shit in the harbor
I brag about it wrote letter to the
Police I don't give a fuck
I'll put that nine-millimeter to your head
Before they lock me up
I know you looking for them tight
Rhymes in the night time
I shine and I spit harder then a
Pipe line when I write mine
So I ain't worried about your light lines
Nigga I just went your life lines
For some reason your raps
Sound just like mine

Okay let me spit this scripture
Niggas want me to fall and you
Can see it like a picture
I throw it like a pitcher you can
Catch it like a bat catcher
Hit you in the helmet the ref wont like the
(gas expected[?])
Strip em butt naked eat them for breakfast
Bitch I cut them sections up
You don't believe they up in the
Freezer they all sectioned up
I like meat I just started eating vegetables
Hit em with the AK-47 now he's ah vegetable
See ready set go behead him family let go
Imma bout to let Tech know getting
Him bout the wet sex oh
Then I'm about to have sex oh
Then I'm about to slit necks no
Then I'm about to get wet
I'm hostile and its possible
That I cut you up so much there
Ain't even no need for the hospital
Math couldn't even make you logical you
Trying to fuck with me
Thats who thats why your whole roster broke
So many can take this wrong
I better watch my back
These niggas will pop at me but
Nigga I'll pop right back

Strange music in the house
Smoking weed all day get ready
Fully loaded, your boi spidda man
Seven on the mother fucking beat
And of course Rob Rebeck
Na what I mean shouts out to Tech N9NE
Kutt Calhoun, Krizz Kaliko, Stevie Stone!