Brotha Lynch Hung - Nutt Bagg lyrics

[Hook] I dont give a f** about what you think I dont give a f** about what you feel Drop that album how the truth feels Crack that yack b**h pop that pill Or rock that steel Sitting in a cage I got an appetite to crack and pop that still And pop that veal Yall mothaf**ers is not that real I'm a nutt bagg [Verse 1] I'm a gut bag em up and toe tag em Kick like Enter the Dragon dont agonize me Put rat poison up into my I.V Try me Took rap n***as right to the crime scene I'm a crime scene maker, life taker Take em on the stage and rape them no apron I'm scrape his face and face satan I'mma take his place and get a Jason Mask better be ready to duck fast Never be ready to face me I cut gra** Leaving them dead, I put 3 in his head And then I feed him to dead and proceed to cut stab I ain't need to flip it I spit sick Got syphilistic your b**h get licked I'm telling you this is the sickness sh** I'm smelling you this sh** can get twisted I' in a rage, I didn't get paid now my life is stuck in a cage I stay with the same Glock and the gauge My lifes burnin im turnin the page Anybody who face me I get em filleted Laid in the shade with a bag o naze I spit sicker than a bag of AIDs About to blow back up so I have grenades Get sick to this get a butcher knife Slit ya b**hes wrist now ya took her life In a 56 and a hooker light Your b**h is with me tell her good night I'm 51 51 50 Don't get the hung, lick Your going to get lit dont sit too rich Lynch is going to get it Going to get to this quick I spit liquid They call me the nuttbag [Hook] [Verse 2] I'mma put average n***as up in the attic Take dead b**hes and stab em up in the abdomen Leaving bodies on Madison Avenue I'm having you For dinner and a movie after I stab at you You got a bit of the sickness n***a haven't you Its like c**aine so I ain't got an attitude Bada bing bada boom I'm in ya room and all I wanna do is Sing another tune and bring another tool and bring another who? Get cut up what up sh** nutt up wit us get f**ed up with us Or don't f** with us Get cut up the bu*t kick shut up ya bu*t slit Razor blade you todays the day cuz you paved the way for 2 days to Get ate up Shave his legs and tooth paste get blazed up Eat his brains and put flames in they guts Emeril Laga**e your posse you don't see what I see you're not me With this sh** I'mma get my monopoly Not even a freight train can stop me Not even the straight cane can rock me Use weed to maintain a top speed Low down to slow down with the four pound Oh now you go now I'm in a rage, I didn't get paid, now my life is stuck in a cage I stay with the same Glock and the gauge My life's burnin' I'm turning the page Anybody who face me I get em filleted Laid in the shade with a bag o naze I spit sicker than a bag of AIDS About to blow back up so I have grenades [Hook]