Brotha Lynch Hung - MDK Lyrics






[Intro:]
Murder, death, kill, we hungry
Murder, death, kill, we hungry

[Verse 1: Brotha Lynch Hung]
And I got bodies in the trunk, some of that cayenne pepper
Midnight just passed, 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' drugs 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 scene
And givin' bitches 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, death, kill, we hungry
Murder, death, kill, we hungry
Murder, death, kill, we hungry
Murder, death, kill, we hungry

[Verse 2: Trizz]
Ey, Lynch, is that a blunt? Roll that
Lace it with the cocaine, a nigga need to smoke that
Forgot to take my Prozac, I'm tryin' to get my zone back
Shakin' and twitchin', ready to kill a nigga, oh snap!
I feel alone to myself, so depressing
Stressed out, hectic, come close and get yo' neck slit
Reckless, rippin' shit 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?
Fuck jail, them niggas 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 drugs do to me
Somebody better save ya, sodomize and rape ya
Bitch, pick your face up and hand it to the strangla

[Hook x2]

[Verse 3: Brotha Lynch Hung]
Watchin' a bitch scream, yeah, buddy, it wasn't as bloody as it seems
When it comes to killin' I'm a motherfucking fiend
Catch me in the corner with your mother [?]
Bath salt nigga I pound the asphalt nigga
Wrap you up in duck tape, and put you in the bottom on the river
But this time I was sniffin' cocaine, suicidal
12 gauge pointed at my head, Kurt Cobain
What you watchin' get him up, got him up
Shit you talking, shit him up, cut him up
I be havin' bad dreams and I want brains
I'm about to rape your daughter I'm insane
A midnight killer, like it's a fucking video game
And I need my own show, cause I be cooking the game up
I saute [?] wolfgang puck
I'm raping and fuckin' the beat, nigga, game fuck
Cutting this meat and 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 off my face and it's time to sleep
Move quick with the swift I'm a fucking ghost
Treat bitches like my weed, get choked in smoke
Fuck my ecstasy cause I done been played twice
Now I'm trying to cut up them bitches using my steak knife
Take the [?] sauce pour it on her ass
Light a match, set it off, fire up the gas
Have my new bitch join us for dinner
Tell Lynch to call his girl, now we all up in her
Crip shit, grip shit nigga this the sickness for instance
I kill bitches for attention
My idea of fun is fucking dead bodies
The devil's inside me, this motherfuckers' hidin'
Satan's taking over me, God what's gotten over me?
I hope my angels don't leave who else is going to roll with me?

[Hook x2]





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  1. D.... T....

    I cant believe trizz made a song with brotha lynch

    D.... T....

    my idea of fun is fucking dead bodies

  2. J.... R....

    Shroom dicks skinner pervert

  3. J.... R....

    Everybodys fucking in a ufo dick head

  4. J.... D....

    Do anyone else bump this shit loud af in the streets?

  5. D.... V....

    When the Student finally 1 up on the teacher..... Trizz ate that last verse

  6. R.... N....

    I love this song driving down the street bumping it loud and scaring the shyt out of people in traffic 😭😭😭

  7. D.... L....

    Seeing this Live made the whole fucking show

  8. w.... L....

    Hoe about that howitzer artillery sounding bass in brotha lynch hung mdk&hahaha in your face laugh in Brotha lynch hung-sweeney todd.
    -R% &FPR Records

  9. f.... m....

    That beat is simple but tight!!!

  10. E.... H....

    Trizz sound like a enthusiastic Big Sean

  11. D.... E....

    Fire up this doobie spit up a bloody loogie

  12. Y.... Y....

    Lit up kite hight, nice lynch you rule

  13. J.... O....

    That hook is fucking badass

  14. Y.... N....

    I love how simple the beat is on this...it ain't too flashy...just some good background noise for some fucked up lyrics....this makes me so happy

  15. B.... P....

    "Bitch, pick your face up and hand it to the Strangla!" Just picturing some chick with her face skinned off having to hand her own face to him. Cold. And awesome.

  16. C.... M....

    Demolition man

    C.... M....

    I'm watchin that shit right now. Made me come listen to this song.

  17. H.... c....

    I had to make sure the were no dogs out

  18. m.... b....

    some of that cayenne pepper

  19. J.... H....

    mdk, bitch picc yo face up!!!

  20. K.... F....

    man this is fucking dope

  21. B.... B....

    absolute masterpiece

  22. J.... B....

    Horrorcores finest .

    J.... B....

    Joanna Barrios u got an ig

  23. J.... M....

    My idea of fun is fucking dead body's

  24. D.... T....

    Every time I listen to the sounds of the Brotha Lynch, I crave the Walking Dead

  25. C.... ....

    #MDK IM HUNGRY LOC

  26. R.... P....

    fuck orlando

  27. T.... '....

    Dope shit.

  28. j.... ....

    Murder death kill!

  29. D.... O....

    Lynch & Trizz both went hard on this shit , but Trizz went harder then lynch on this track .

    D.... O....

    @Dylan Orlando Yea, Trizz' verse is definitely the best.

    D.... O....

    ????????????????????????? BUT this time i was sniffin cocaine suicidal twelve gauge pointed at my head KURT COBAINNNNNNNNNN

  30. J.... r....

    thank you finally