Brotha Lynch Hung - Nutbagg lyrics

[Chorus 1 - repeat] I don’t give a f** about what you think I don’t give a f** about what you feel Drop that album I’ma too feel Crack that yak b**h pop that pill I rock that still, sit in a cage I got a f type of crap, pop that steel I pop that feel Y’all motherf**ers is not that real I’m a nutbagg [Chorus 2 (plays over chorus 1)] I don’t give a f** about how you feel About me, I k** for free, ever chill with me and I don’t give a f** about how you feel About me, I k** for free, I’m still just me [Verse 1] I’ma gutbag em up, toe tag em Kick like into the drag and don’t act em Knife meat; put rat poison up in my I.V. Try me, to crack n***as back to the crime scene I’m a crime scene maker life taker, Take em on a stage and rape em No apron, I’ma scrape his face and face Satan I’ma take his place and get a Jason Mask, better be ready to duck fast, Never be ready to face me I cut gra** Leave em dead I put three in the head Then I feed him the dead and foresee to cut stab I don’t need to flip it I spit sick, got syphalistic Your b**h get lit, I’m telling you this It’s the sickness sh**, I’m smelling you this sh** You get twisted (grrr) I’m in the rage, I didn’t get paid Now my life's stuck in the cage I stayed with the same block in the gage My heart’s burning and I’m turning the page Anybody that face me I get em flayed Layed in the shade with a bag of ‘nades I spit sicker than a bag of aids 'Bout to blow back up, so I have grenades (boom!) Get sick’d of this, get a butcher knife Slit your b**h’s wrists, now you took a life And a 56 and a hooker like Yo b**h is with me, tell her goodnight I’m 51, 51, 50 Don't get the hong, lick You gon' get licked, don't sit too rich Lynch is gon' get it Don't get with this quick I spit liquid [Chorus 1 - repeat] I don’t give a f** about what you think I don’t give a f** about what you feel Drop that album I’ma too feel Crack that yak b**h pop that pill I rock that still, sit in a cage I got a f type of crap, pop that steel I pop that feel Y’all motherf**ers is not that real I’m a nutbagg [Chorus 2 (plays over chorus 1)] I don’t give a f** about how you feel About me, I k** for free, ever chill with me and I don’t give a f** about how you feel About me, I k** for free, I’m still just me [Verse 2] I’ma put average n***as up in the attic take they b**hes and stab em up in the abdomen Leaving bodies on medicine after new I'm havin you For dinner and a movie after I stab at you You got bit of the sickness, n***a haven’t you It’s like c**aine so I don’t got an attitude Badabim, badabum I’m in your room And all I wanna do is sing another tune Ring another tool, bring another hookie Cut up, what up, sh** nut up, with us Get f**ed up with us and don't f** with us Get cut up the bu*t, quick shut up your bu*t slit Razorblades, today’s the day, cause you paved the way For two day to get ate up Shave his legs, and two pays get blazed up Eat his brains and put flames in they guts Emriel Laga**i, your posse You don’t see what I see you’re not me With this sh** I’ma get my monoply Not even a freight train can stop me Not even a straight cane could rock me Use weed to maintain a top speed Low down, slow down with the fo’ pound, no now, you go now (you go now! grr!) I’m in the rage, I didn’t get paid Now my life's stuck in the cage I stayed with the same block in the gage My light's burning and I’m turning the page Anybody that face me I get em flayed Layed in the shade with a bag of ‘nades I get sicker than a bag of aids 'Bout to blow back up, so I have grenades [Chorus 1 - repeat] I don’t give a f** about what you think I don’t give a f** about what you feel Drop that album I’ma too feel Crack that yak b**h pop that pill I rock that still, sit in a cage I got a f type of crap, pop that steel I pop that feel Y’all motherf**ers is not that real I’m a nutbagg [Chorus 2 (plays over chorus 1)] I don’t give a f** about how you feel About me, I k** for free, ever chill with me and I don’t give a f** about how you feel About me, I k** for free, I’m still just me