COS - Friday Night lyrics

[Intro: Brotha Lynch Hung] Aie C.O. I think they forgot Ma n***a can you please remind these motha f**aaas [Verse 1: COS] Its the main cam dog get it confused Im in the attic with the latern tryna write to through the flu Sicker than sick tryna find the right move Cause all i see is, blood on the wall drippin right on my shoes This blood stains on the bathroom sink Mixed drinks, bloody murder turn your bathroom pink Im cuttin right through, every vein and every artery The pain became a part of me, the p**n house putting targets like a archery My bloody valentine put a whole where his heart'll be Tell him cancel Christmas take the lights down its dark to me These n***as are b**hes hit the court, L.A. sparks to me Ima give them ditches pitchforks graveyards to sleep Im a Braveheart Mel Gibson, its how ima speak f** everybody, and they Momma thats what ima teach Dump everybody, in the water with piranhas Dee And theyll never find em, if they do they been gone for weeks Decompose, i compose up a little murder show Lights off, curtains close then ima let the burner go Blood on his wife, and his momma, furthermore This a madesicc camp crystal lake murder flow Everything you heard before, just dont cut it Now we back with razor blades and alcohol that we can guzzle Mr.Nobrandt you can feel my nature Rise through the ceiling puffin' taylors with some taylors [Hook x2: BLH] Thats what happened on a friday night Bloody prints in your bedroom ima try that knife A lot of people had to die that night I got to eat, so that means you gon' fry that night I gotta eat [Verse 2: Brotha Lynch Hung] Body sweatin like a Juggalo I just murdered a whole family, bodies was droppin like dominoes I slit they neck and i hit every room pokin on mothaf**as like they was getting a tattoo But it goes real deep, get some real sleep Suicide watch n***a trust me i ain't scared to creep I ain't scared to die, im prepared to die They ain't scared to lie, they ain't there for I So im just leavin em bleedin you can believe that im breathin Long as im breathin no liquid bout to be seepin Lyrically eatin men, i got an appetite These n**s ain't actin right, and they ain't rappin right So i shook em and i took em to the afterlife You could watch me cook em look im eatin fried brains tonight This is a set up, n***as 'bout to get wet up No matter what you think about me i will never let up [Hook x2: BLH] [Verse 3: BLH] Im a rollin stone, i carry magazines I dont care to stab a spleen im a hungry human being See i create murder scenes, thats what i do thats my job Learned it from the creep mob in the gardens (wuddup cuh) Im a hard head, rollin with a pistol Hard head n***a with a pistol thats schizo Our leg cuts a lot of crystal im a sicko Car keys give em to me im about to skeet skirt n***a my feet hurt, try to walk in my shoes Dont nobody wanna go through sh** just like i do Dont nobody wanna get the clip get the bad news Dont nobody wanna get the bullet hole tattoos Im a pull it close, rap dudes, get treated like breakfast Specially when my set rip, lynch hung necklace Been done tested, the .357 but i used the coathanger [Hook x2: BLH]