[Intro]
Murder, d**h, k**, we hungry
Murder, d**h, k**, we hungry
[Verse 1: Brotha Lynch Hung]
And I got bodies in the trunk, some of that cayenne pepper
Midnight just pa**ed, better keep your eyes on Lector
I'm hidin' in your closet with a machete and trash bags
Spaghetti your insides, get ready, I been died
Dead like a zombie
Backpack full of that crack that'll make you go hug mommy
Mo' d** on me
I'm too nice, but don't make me get that butcher knife cause I do slice
Television say I'm a monster, they look at me like I'm Ed Gein, guts in a box, red sin
And givin' b**hes head drama, I'm way worse
I scrape the skin off your back and make a human skin purse
Cuttin' this meat, Strange is invited to eat
[Hook] (x2)
Murder, d**h, k**, we hungry
Murder, d**h, k**, we hungry
Murder, d**h, k**, we hungry
Murder, d**h, k**, we hungry
[Verse 2: Trizz]
Ey, Lynch, is that a blunt? Roll that
Lace it with the c**aine, a n***a need to smoke that
Forgot to take my Prozac, I'm tryin' to get my zone back
Shakin' and twitchin', ready to k** a n***a, oh snap!
I feel alone to myself, so depressing
Stressed out, hectic, come close and get yo' neck slit
Reckless, rippin' sh** out and give it as the message
Guts on your doorstep, wake ya up for breakfast
Send it out to Lynch for Dinner and a movie
Had the cops confused when they investigate, who, me?
f** jail, them n***as gon' have to shoot me
Goin' down fightin' on trial if they sue me
Fire up this doobie, spit a bloody loogie
Ripguts, look what d** do to me
Somebody better save ya, sodomize and rape ya
b**h, pick your face up and hand it to the strangla
[Hook] (x2)
[Verse 3: Brotha Lynch Hung]
Watching a b**h scream, yeah, buddy, it wasn't as bloody as it seems
When it come to k**ing I'm a motherf**ing fiend
Catch me in the corner with ya mother s**ing spleen
Bath salt n***a, I pound the asphalt n***a
Wrap you up in duck tape and put you in the bottom of the river
But this time I was sniffin' c**aine
Suicidal, 12 gauge pointed at my head
Kurt Cobain
What you watchin, get em up, got em up
sh** you talkin, sh** em up, cut em up
I be havin' bad dreams and I want brains
And Im bout to rape your daughter I am insane
A midnight k**er, like it's a f**ing video game
And I need my own show cause I be cookin the game up
Like saute, all they, crew Wolf Gang Puck
Im rapin and f**in the beat n***a gang f**
Cuttin this meat Trizz is invited to eat
[Hook] (x2)
[Verse 4: Trizz]
I hope you got my plate ready cause it's time to eat
Clean all the blood of my face, now its time to sleep
Move quick with the swift, Im a f**in ghost
Treat b**hes like my weed get chocked and smoked
f** my ex's, cause I done been played twice
Now Im trying to cut up those b**hes usin my steak knife
Take the A-1 sauce and pour it on their a**
Light a match, set it off,fire up the gas
Have my new b**h join us for dinner
Tell Lynch to call this girl now we all up in her
Rip sh**, grip sh**, n***a this the siccness
For instance I k** b**hes for attention
My idea of fun is f**in dead bodies
The devils inside me, this motherf**er's hidin
Satan's takin over me, God whats gotten over me
I hope my angels dont leave, who else is gunna roll with me?
[Hook] (x2)