Verse 1 - Brotha Lynch Hung I'll put your brains in the trash compactor, I'm actin' backwards In the Cadillac I'm smacked with a light skin, I wanna be active Backin' that a** up, askin' a..?..I snatch 'em I'm in the studio Pay for the motel room you ho, who gon' know, we stay on the low Twist a n***a like an Optimo, the block befo', high, just stop n' go Ampm, Cheveron, Heat, maybe even Stop & Go Shootin' eagles(?) like a hospital, possible murder mayhem Cuz if you got an attitude to it why didn't you say dat Man we coulda tussle like muscle, but madesicc of this Split'cha rib, you k**ed a body then you gotta get rid of it quick Season of uh put 'em in the oven, disappear like (?) flicks Gimme two shovels and a dumptruck, that n***a spit sh** so thick Yeah, ay, that n***a spit poison it's like thistle tips You can keep on tryin' to get with this it's that (?) sh**