Brotha Lynch Hung - Colostomy Bag (feat. G Macc & C-Lim) lyrics

Dinner and a Movie I'm Bacc n***a Thats what it is Yeah I might as well get wet Give me a Newport I'm a little strange now On fire like a human torch Just get warmed up Ain't nobody can fucc wit me even luccily Get cut in three im a fuccin beast I tucc the three Fifty-seven and keep me revin' Mr. Tech Ryhme, pure white c**aine spit not even stepped on Sort of like blue magic The p**y i stab at it And stab at it, I'm an addict it bleeds when I tap it Manic Depressive And if you test'em Mann is the lesson Plan it get your chest split Dance smith and weston and it will test'em Hand it to Kevin Cannibal session Man full of intestine Kansas is wit me Strange Music is wit'em I think they breath littlely I still see sicc'em From long distance for instance I get wit'em I spit sicc sh** Sniffin' c**aine (Chrous) (G-Macc) Coathanger Throatsta Strangler Your folks get mangled up Cut'em up from the navel(uhhhhh) (C-Lim) Put you in the hospital fast Have you wearin' a oxygen mask Wit the doctors in the surgey Gettin in a Colostomy Bag X2 (Verse 2) My whole cigarette is wet I'm about to smoke it Get hard like East Oakland Rappers I super soak'em After the kruger get over'em I be standin over'em wit nine milimeter Hit'em like a wide reciver Like Jerry Rice Them n***as think I'm weak cuz I'm very nice All I do is think about eatin them every night So I got to carry every knife,every machete Im steadily deadily it's heavily bevely gettin' cut up I'll be a the motel fucced up Blood in my cup witta fine b**h hugged up 'Til my heart get plugged up I'm still going to be in my Dickies sh** thugged up n***a throwin up blood throwin up guts n***a whats what We kind of strange n***a we eat n***a nuts and guts You already know what I eat your insides And break down your enzymes And take out your insides Sniffin' Cocaine (Chrous) (G-Macc) Coathanger Throatsta Strangler Your folks get mangled up Cut'em up from the navel(uhhhhh) (C-Lim) Put you in the hospital fast Have you wearin' a oxygen mask Wit the doctors in the surgey Gettin in a Colostomy Bag X2 (Verse:3) I need a cigarette I cut a n***a neck And watch the blood drip out Hit him witta tech Just like them n***as watta fucc my b**h let'em sweat She smile at you and cut your mothafuccin' neck I hang a n***a and strangle n***as wit barb-wire It's little strange listebn to what i desire I put the tools in they nuts twist wit the pliers I'm a hot rod you a hot dog like Oscar Meyer I drop logs n***a sh**tin' like dirrahea You get the bucther knife too the eyes if you try to see him Either that or my b**h see you right at the club Put the whop de wop in your mug and your graves dug I got it made cuz makin Strange Music to lisen and dissin you Cuz that how strange do it(do it) We sicca then hard liquor which ya'll it's know thang Coathanga Strangla spitin the c**aine n***a (Chrous) (G-Macc) Coathanger Throatsta Strangler Your folks get mangled up Cut'em up from the navel(uhhhhh) (C-Lim) Put you in the hospital fast Have you wearin' a oxygen mask Wit the doctors in the surgey Gettin in a Colostomy Bag X2