C-Lim - Colostomy Bag lyrics

[Intro: Brotha Lynch Hung] Dinner and a Movie! I'm back, n***a That's what it is [Verse 1: Brotha Lynch Hung] Yeah, I might as well get wet, give me a Newport I'm a little Strange now, on fire like a human torch Just gettin' warmed up, ain't nobody can f** with me Even luckily, get cut in three, I'm a f**in' beast, I tuck a .3- -57, and it keep me revvin' Mr. Techron 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 a addict it bleeds when I tap it Manic depressive, and if you test him Man it's a lesson, plan to get your chest ripped Damn Smith & Wesson, and it will test 'em Hand it to Kevin, cannibal sessions Hand full of intestines, Kansas is with me Strange Music is with him I think they read little I still see siccem, from long distance, for instance I get with him, I spit sick sh** sniffin' [Hook: C-Lim & G-Macc] x2 Coathanga, throats to a strangla Your folks get mangled up, cut 'em up from the naval Put you in the hospital fast, have you wearing a oxygen mask With the doctors in surgery getting a colostomy bag [Verse 2: Brotha Lynch Hung] My whole cigarette's wet, I'm 'bout to smoke it Get hard like east Oakland rappers I super-soak it After the crew get over him I'll be standin' over him With a nine millimeter hit him like a wide receiver like Jerry Rice Them n***as think I'm weak cause I'm very nice All I do is just think about eatin' 'em every night So I gotta carry every knife, every machete I'm steadily deadly His head'll be buried and gettin' cut up, I'll be at the motel f**ed up Blood in my cup with a fine b**h hugged up 'Till my heart get plugged up, I'mma still be in my Dickie sh** thugged up Make a n***a throwin' up blood, throwin' up guts, n***a what's 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' [Hook: C-Lim & G-Macc] x2 Coathanga, throats to a strangla Your folks get mangled up, cut 'em up from the naval Put you in the hospital fast, have you wearing a oxygen mask With the doctors in surgery getting a colostomy bag [Verse 3: Brotha Lynch Hung] I need a cigarette, I cut a n***a neck And watch the blood drip out, hit 'em with a Tec Just like these n***as wanna f** my b**h, let 'em sweat She smile at you and she'll cut your motherf**in' neck I hang a n***a and strangle n***as with barbed wire It's a little strange, but listen to what I desire I put the tools in their nuts, twist it with the pliers I'm a hot rod, you a hot dog like Oscar Mayers I drop logs n***a, sh**tin' like diarrhea You get the butcher knife to the eyes if you try to see him Either that or my b**h'll see you right at the club And put the woopty wap in ya mug and your grave's dug I got it made, cuz, makin' Strange Music To listen to and dissin' you cause that's how Strange do it We sicker then hard liquor withya it's no thang Coathanga Strangla spittin' the c**aine, n***a [Hook: C-Lim & G-Macc] x2 Coathanga, throats to a strangla Your folks get mangled up, cut 'em up from the naval Put you in the hospital fast, have you wearing a oxygen mask With the doctors in surgery getting a colostomy bag