Seven - MDK lyrics

[Intro] Murder, d**h, k**, we hungry Murder, d**h, k**, we hungry [Verse 1: Brotha Lynch Hung] And I got bodies in the trunk, some of that cayenne pepper Midnight just pa**ed, better keep your eyes on Lector I'm hidin' in your closet with a machete and trash bags Spaghetti your insides, get ready, I been died Dead like a zombie Backpack full of that crack that'll make you go hug mommy Mo' d** on me I'm too nice, but don't make me get that butcher knife cause I do slice Television say I'm a monster, they look at me like I'm Ed Gein, guts in a box, red sin And givin' b**hes head drama, I'm way worse I scrape the skin off your back and make a human skin purse Cuttin' this meat, Strange is invited to eat [Hook] (x2) Murder, d**h, k**, we hungry Murder, d**h, k**, we hungry Murder, d**h, k**, we hungry Murder, d**h, k**, we hungry [Verse 2: Trizz] Ey, Lynch, is that a blunt? Roll that Lace it with the c**aine, a n***a need to smoke that Forgot to take my Prozac, I'm tryin' to get my zone back Shakin' and twitchin', ready to k** a n***a, oh snap! I feel alone to myself, so depressing Stressed out, hectic, come close and get yo' neck slit Reckless, rippin' sh** out and give it as the message Guts on your doorstep, wake ya up for breakfast Send it out to Lynch for Dinner and a movie Had the cops confused when they investigate, who, me? f** jail, them n***as gon' have to shoot me Goin' down fightin' on trial if they sue me Fire up this doobie, spit a bloody loogie Ripguts, look what d** do to me Somebody better save ya, sodomize and rape ya b**h, pick your face up and hand it to the strangla [Hook] (x2) [Verse 3: Brotha Lynch Hung] Watching a b**h scream, yeah, buddy, it wasn't as bloody as it seems When it come to k**ing I'm a motherf**ing fiend Catch me in the corner with ya mother s**ing spleen Bath salt n***a, I pound the asphalt n***a Wrap you up in duck tape and put you in the bottom of the river But this time I was sniffin' c**aine Suicidal, 12 gauge pointed at my head Kurt Cobain What you watchin, get em up, got em up sh** you talkin, sh** em up, cut em up I be havin' bad dreams and I want brains And Im bout to rape your daughter I am insane A midnight k**er, like it's a f**ing video game And I need my own show cause I be cookin the game up Like saute, all they, crew Wolf Gang Puck Im rapin and f**in the beat n***a gang f** Cuttin this meat Trizz is invited to eat [Hook] (x2) [Verse 4: Trizz] I hope you got my plate ready cause it's time to eat Clean all the blood of my face, now its time to sleep Move quick with the swift, Im a f**in ghost Treat b**hes like my weed get chocked and smoked f** my ex's, cause I done been played twice Now Im trying to cut up those b**hes usin my steak knife Take the A-1 sauce and pour it on their a** Light a match, set it off,fire up the gas Have my new b**h join us for dinner Tell Lynch to call this girl now we all up in her Rip sh**, grip sh**, n***a this the siccness For instance I k** b**hes for attention My idea of fun is f**in dead bodies The devils inside me, this motherf**er's hidin Satan's takin over me, God whats gotten over me I hope my angels dont leave, who else is gunna roll with me? [Hook] (x2)