Brotha Lynch Hung - The Corpse Came To Dinner lyrics

It's a must that I bust any
Strap ya hand ta me
It's inherited, it runs in the family
Niggaz in the town got pounds of beef
Threaten a niggaz life
Make it sound so sweet
I peel 'em back like corn-on-the-cob
Cap peel 'em
Make 'em sound like a whore on the job
Witta Mac in the backpack
Fulla that crack sack
Gettin' it off
(Better have my muthafuckin money)
Bitch where my siccmade 'til I die shit
Nobody saw
So I was able ta wipe the
Blood off the hallway walls
Ain't got nothin ta live for
Can't even trust a bitch
Might have ta leave her alone
Ma had ta dig a ditch, shit so rigorous


Dealin' wit hataz
Snitchaz, and bitchaz, get they brains gone
Find a new home, you one life is gone
Cuz I'm O-One, check the clock
And if these walls could talk
Muthafuckaz'll be shot
I'm about ta go 51-50, got nobody wit me
Stressed out like Whitney
Bobby Brown, weed and whiskey
Smokin' Newports, no support
But like Too Short I keep it goin'
Shootin' up forts
Who in this sport wanna fuck wit me
Come on the court, rippin' out insides
Puttin' stains on thangs
That's when I rip-ride
And I slip-slide through the
Gardens witta bloody t-shirt
It won't hurt
Look at this way
6 feet deep in the dirt won't hurt
Flirtin' wit murda, I leave 'em unheard of
And I'm sicca than period pads drippin'
All over your hands gettin'
The back seat or the trunk, it's your choice
Dead or alive, smothered and fried
The way you better uncover your eyes
I'm in the skies
Witta 9 tryin' ta take out your spine
Nobody know crime, throw up that sicc sign
And strike hard like stricc-nine
No recovery, you other G niggaz betta duck
Leave you in the tuxed up
Psycho, off the wall like Michael
Always paranoid cuz I be
Blowin' out that nitro
All day
Every day, murda spray, got you in Glad Bags
Headed for the pad, and you can ask my dad
I was a scavenger, 14 years old eatin' scabs
Graduated ta nigga meat
But I don't wanna brag
Fuck Jeffry Dohmer, he a muthafuckin fag
I got nigga nuts and guts in the bag
Draggin' 'em ta the pad

(Corpse came ta dinner)
Ziplock, body-bag, toe-tag, wet
T-shirt, black mask
Ziplock, body-bag, toe-tag, wet
T-shirt, black mask
(Corpse came ta dinner)
Ziplock, body-bag, toe-tag, wet
T-shirt, black mask
Ziplock, body-bag, toe-tag, wet
T-shirt, black mask
(Corpse came ta dinner)
Ziplock, body-bag, toe-tag, wet
T-shirt, black mask
Ziplock, body-bag, toe-tag, wet
T-shirt, black mask
(Corpse came ta dinner)
Ziplock, body-bag, toe-tag, wet
T-shirt, black mask
Ziplock, body-bag, toe-tag, wet
T-shirt, black mask

Fuck under the influence
I'm hella fucked up
Swervin' down the freeway, spillin' my cup
Tryin' take you out this
Rap on the Underbelly
He ain't shit
He 'bout ta be in the trunk smelly
By me and my Relly, you never know
Whatever tho
I got auto magazines and that weak intro
What you got against me?
Don't you know I rip niggaz up
Turn 'em ta minced meat
Well if you got some sense
Beat it, like raw eggs
I used ta have hella homies
Now they all hate
But I'ma leave it alone
I'm on my own like a voodoo nigga
If a nigga want ta get ate
What would you do nigga
I was too cool wit 'em
Group of niggaz and they tripped on me
Gave 'em a little bit of fame
Then they dipped on me
But you know
It's all in the game, tell the crip homie
Ta hit 'em witta slug in the brain
That's what you get from me
Crash dummy, your careers defected
And you ain't sold a record
Last time I checked it
You just keep knockin', I feel disrespected
Now your neck got disconnected by
The Lynch Hung necklace
Hey, I leave 'em red, and
I don't eat the head
Let the Tec spit and chop niggaz down
Ta the ground like Judge Dread
Come up in the door lookin' just like a fed
And you call yourself a rap vet
Get out the bed
And let me fuck her like she should be fucked
All in the butt
Wit the 9 milly, swallowin' nut
And you see me in black clothes
Creepin' from the back
Don't know how ta act
Black blankets fulla Mac's
I use 'em for nutsacks and full body sacks
Better not let your daughter out
End up in the slaughter house
Chokin' and spittin'
Chest open and bleedin'
And me fuckin' her from the back
And I hope for you ta see it

(Corpse came ta dinner)
Ziplock, body-bag, toe-tag, wet
T-shirt, black mask
Ziplock, body-bag, toe-tag, wet
T-shirt, black mask
(Corpse came ta dinner)
Ziplock, body-bag, toe-tag, wet
T-shirt, black mask
Ziplock, body-bag, toe-tag, wet
T-shirt, black mask
(Hey Folks, open the door nigga)
Ziplock, body-bag, toe-tag, wet
T-shirt, black mask
Ziplock, body-bag, toe-tag, wet
T-shirt, black mask
(Nah, nah, open the trunk)
Ziplock, body-bag, toe-tag, wet
T-shirt, black mask
Ziplock, body-bag, toe-tag, wet
T-shirt, black mask