Brotha Lynch Hung - Return Of Da Baby Lyrics






You better pray
When you see me put that nine up in that pussy, ho
Cock it back slow
Rock it back and forth, wait for the nut, then let my trigger go
BOOM!
Pussy-guts all over the room
If you ain't seen it
Then you're fiendin'
For the meanin'
Of that nina of doom
2 inches in and, uh, 4 inches out
You back that nigga that pack that gat
And hit that indo-sack
It's like that
Cannabis seteva got me stuck on stump, fool
All it take is a way, a fat green-bud blunt and a stunt
Cause it's that nigga that work 'em nigga deep
And block creep
And witness murder, baby, kill a seed
Once it'll make you vomit
Guts in a mama's baby, nuts in a bottle, maybe it's common
Biatches keep fuckin' and suckin' and keepin' it comin'
With they drama. POP! It's baby killa season
Put 6 in the clip, put it up that clit
And watch them baby's brains
Drip out that fetus
Bleed, it's that nigga that kill 'em
I'll fill 'em all full for that sicc reason
Season of da siccness broodin', got me trippin' for no reason

Guess what daddy's bringin' home for supper
Nigga nuts and guts and slabs of human meat, motherfucker
Now eat! Cause daddy's workin' hard for you, real, huh?
Killas run around everyday that's why I'm hard for you, nigga!
Now eat!

As I creep, picture every human that I seek
Slabs of human meat
Cause my kids gotta eat
I lives kinda deep, dark, up in tha cut
Where niggas load nines, and barrel-fuck a slut
Nigga, what? You ain't even seen me in my prime
Eatin' baby brains, baby veins, baby spines
I know they be cryin' when I'm cuttin' off the neck
I'm peelin' off the skin for some bacon-fried croquettes
Baby villain spine, that baby-killin' mind
A fifth-pound of gin cause I know I'm doin' time
So catch me now before I do my next crime
My kids' gotta eat, somebody's baby's on the line, nigga

Guess what daddy's bringin' home for supper
Nigga nuts and guts and slabs of human meat, motherfucker
Now eat! Cause daddy's workin' hard for you, real, huh?
Killas run around everyday that's why I'm hard for you, nigga!
Now eat!

Get ready for the nigga shit
That siccer-than-sicc gut ripgut
Pick-a-vic-up, fuck 'em up with a couple of nine-milla slugs
And put 'em on the ground. Murder toll. Buck buck!
Slugs to the womb
Guts all over the room
That legion of doom
That S to the I-C-X
With a locc and a tech for the throat
and a neck full of gunsmoke it up, locc
One for the nigga who kills them infants and senses
Then this time, I hit 'em with a nine-millimeter, meter
Now let's pick up me freakin' up your skin
Never knew nigga-meat cooked so thin!
So I pack me a nine-milla gat
And creep in the back of the 'Lac
With a sack of the indo

Guess what daddy's bringin' home for supper
Nigga nuts and guts and slabs of human meat, motherfucker
Now eat! Cause daddy's workin' hard for you nigga
Killas run around everyday that's why I'm hard for you, nigga!
Now eat!

That's right, once upon a time
A nigga that hella sicc up in the skids
With a lie for the snitch
As a victim's stoned, sayin' "I'll be bones to the pussy clits"
They're a baby ditch to the mastermind
Nine-millimeter shells, they're blind!
Devils made a pact to fuck with match-to-heat, it's one of a kind
Low enough to the shit got hella deep that I had to patch it
To a soul who had the heart to put his mama in a casket
Who could it be?
Or can he be
Locked up in the county
cause the bounty
finally found a nigga like me?
X-to-the-R-to-the-A-I-D-E-D
L-O-C
What's up, my nigga?
Pull this trigger
And take my muthafuckin' legacy
But watch your back
Niggas be claimin' that they sicc
But really don't know which way to go when they be smokin' up with my lunatic
Shiiiit, have you ever seen your mama's cock? (yeah!)
Have you even seen a body drop? (yeah!)
Have you even loaded up your glock?
Well, I could gives a fuck cause even then, nigga, you not my nigga
From that 24 Garden Block
That's doin' time
For shootin' shadows up in the dark
And tryin' to bite before he bark
And when his heart stops
From the metal blue blocks up in the cut
They try to lynch my muthafucka to make some dice up out his nuts
And what the fuck goes thru my nigga's mind up in his cell?
That 24 Deep, no sleep, much stress, nigga
Nigga must be livin' up in hell
And here I am, same muthafucka that got my nigga sicc
Tryin' to kill myself but slippin' more deeper into the siccness shit

Guess what daddy's bringin' home for supper
Nigga nuts and guts and slabs of human meat, muthafucka
Now eat! Cause daddy's workin' hard for you nigga
Killas run around everyday that's why I'm hard for you, nigga!
Now eat!





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  1. C.... G....

    Makes me want some baby back ribs

  2. N.... R....

    Gangsta ass sesame street

  3. c.... G....

    if u really think to yourself matured enough just hear the lyrics shit really be like that gang banging ain't just words feel the gauge 2019

  4. U.... ....

    You better pray 
    When you see me put that nine up in that pussy, ho
    Cock it back slow 
    Rock it back and forth, wait for the nut, then let my trigger go
    BOOM! 
    Pussy-guts all over the room
    If you ain't seen it
    Then you're fiendin'
    For the meanin'
    Of that nina of doom
    2 inches in and, uh, 4 inches out
    You back that nigga that pack that gat
    And hit that indo-sack
    It's like that
    Cannabis seteva got me stuck on stump, fool
    All it take is a way, a fat green-bud blunt and a stunt
    Cause it's that nigga that work 'em nigga deep 
    And block creep
    And witness murder, baby, kill a seed
    Once it'll make you vomit
    Guts in a mama's baby, nuts in a bottle, maybe it's common
    Biatches keep fuckin' and suckin' and keepin' it comin' 
    With they drama. POP! It's baby killa season
    Put 6 in the clip, put it up that clit 
    And watch them baby's brains
    Drip out that fetus
    Bleed, it's that nigga that kill 'em
    I'll fill 'em all full for that sicc reason
    Season of da siccness broodin', got me trippin' for no reason

    Guess what daddy's bringin' home for supper
    Nigga nuts and guts and slabs of human meat, motherfucker
    Now eat! Cause daddy's workin' hard for you, real, huh?
    Killas run around everyday that's why I'm hard for you, nigga!
    Now eat!

    As I creep, picture every human that I seek
    Slabs of human meat
    Cause my kids gotta eat
    I lives kinda deep, dark, up in tha cut
    Where niggas load nines, and barrel-fuck a slut
    Nigga, what? You ain't even seen me in my prime
    Eatin' baby brains, baby veins, baby spines
    I know they be cryin' when I'm cuttin' off the neck
    I'm peelin' off the skin for some bacon-fried croquettes
    Baby villain spine, that baby-killin' mind
    A fifth-pound of gin cause I know I'm doin' time
    So catch me now before I do my next crime
    My kids' gotta eat, somebody's baby's on the line, nigga

    Guess what daddy's bringin' home for supper
    Nigga nuts and guts and slabs of human meat, motherfucker
    Now eat! Cause daddy's workin' hard for you, real, huh?
    Killas run around everyday that's why I'm hard for you, nigga!
    Now eat!

    Get ready for the nigga shit
    That siccer-than-sicc gut ripgut
    Pick-a-vic-up, fuck 'em up with a couple of nine-milla slugs
    And put 'em on the ground. Murder toll. Buck buck!
    Slugs to the womb
    Guts all over the room
    That legion of doom
    That S to the I-C-X
    With a locc and a tech for the throat
    and a neck full of gunsmoke it up, locc
    One for the nigga who kills them infants and senses
    Then this time, I hit 'em with a nine-millimeter, meter
    Now let's pick up me freakin' up your skin
    Never knew nigga-meat cooked so thin!
    So I pack me a nine-milla gat 
    And creep in the back of the 'Lac
    With a sack of the indo

    Guess what daddy's bringin' home for supper
    Nigga nuts and guts and slabs of human meat, motherfucker
    Now eat! Cause daddy's workin' hard for you nigga
    Killas run around everyday that's why I'm hard for you, nigga!
    Now eat!

    That's right, once upon a time
    A nigga that hella sicc up in the skids
    With a lie for the snitch 
    As a victim's stoned, sayin' "I'll be bones to the pussy clits"
    They're a baby ditch to the mastermind
    Nine-millimeter shells, they're blind!
    Devils made a pact to fuck with match-to-heat, it's one of a kind
    Low enough to the shit got hella deep that I had to patch it
    To a soul who had the heart to put his mama in a casket
    Who could it be?
    Or can he be 
    Locked up in the county 
    cause the bounty 
    finally found a nigga like me?
    X-to-the-R-to-the-A-I-D-E-D
    L-O-C
    What's up, my nigga? 
    Pull this trigger
    And take my muthafuckin' legacy
    But watch your back
    Niggas be claimin' that they sicc
    But really don't know which way to go when they be smokin' up with my lunatic
    Shiiiit, have you ever seen your mama's cock? (yeah!)
    Have you even seen a body drop? (yeah!)
    Have you even loaded up your glock?
    Well, I could gives a fuck cause even then, nigga, you not my nigga
    From that 24 Garden Block
    That's doin' time
    For shootin' shadows up in the dark
    And tryin' to bite before he bark
    And when his heart stops
    From the metal blue blocks up in the cut
    They try to lynch my muthafucka to make some dice up out his nuts
    And what the fuck goes thru my nigga's mind up in his cell?
    That 24 Deep, no sleep, much stress, nigga
    Nigga must be livin' up in hell
    And here I am, same muthafucka that got my nigga sicc
    Tryin' to kill myself but slippin' more deeper into the siccness shit

    Guess what daddy's bringin' home for supper
    Nigga nuts and guts and slabs of human meat, muthafucka
    Now eat! Cause daddy's workin' hard for you nigga
    Killas run around everyday that's why I'm hard for you, nigga!
    Now eat!

  5. U.... ....

    This shit so crazy! Wicket as hell

  6. C.... G....

    I remember when I was like 13 listening to this. The Mexican homie showed me this. Shit turned me out.

  7. T.... ....

    Still going hard 2019. 💯💯💯 been vegan since this album dropped 😂😂😂

  8. G.... E....

    Still bumping this in 2019 sicknesssss

  9. A.... G....

    This is probably my favorite song from the album.

  10. M.... r....

    Real Hip Hop 💯💯 💯

  11. M.... n....

    These new young cats don’t know anything about this gangster shit

    M.... n....

    I’m 17 , been listen to lynch since 13🤷🏽‍♂️

  12. E.... ....

    I am 12 and what is this

  13. J.... S....

    Just a white dude here introduced to BL in 1999, life's never been the same since lol

  14. R.... 1....

    Music to ears!!! Got luv sum baby bacon skins lol ,,

  15. R.... 1....

    Man I stay true to this SICCMADE shit!

  16. C.... 6....

    Darkest of the dark

  17. M.... O....

    Idk where to hes at Haha stealth going nuts shit...

  18. H.... C....

    Eat all ofyourfood.

  19. S.... L....

    Ladies and Gentlemen, boys and girls, children of all ages...welcome to what's ~real~

  20. E.... t....

    2019 2022 2021 2022. On. So on

    E.... t....

    💯💯 💯

  21. T.... ....

    2:13 that shit go

  22. T.... A....

    Guess what’s daddy’s bringing home for supper nigga nuts & guts & slabs of human meat mutha fucka now EAT 😊

  23. M.... P....

    My friend met brotha lynch in Sac maybe 20 years ago. He said he’s as scary as he raps lol

  24. A.... R....

    *2019* I'ma blood and I still rock with my nicca"LYNCH" 😎

    A.... R....

    Andrea Randle 5150 me too I fucks with lynch too 😊

    A.... R....

    ANDREA RANDLE u not blood...

    A.... R....

    Have u eva seen yo momma's cock

  25. d.... ....

    Alabama disliked this.

  26. A.... S....

    Is this song about adrenachrome lol

    A.... S....

    No, but nice thinkin

  27. 3.... ....

    This brings me back to when my older bro took me cruisin when I was in 4th grade dam good as memories

  28. R.... M....

    Antihero. Grimey

  29. p.... m....

    Still bumpin in 2019

  30. N.... O....

    Adrenochrome, lynch woke as fuck

  31. X.... X....

    You better pray
    When you see me put that nine up in that pussy, ho
    Cock it back slow
    Rock it back and forth, wait for the nut, then let my trigger go
    BOOM!
    Pussy-guts all over the room
    If you ain't seen it
    Then you're fiendin'
    For the meanin'
    Of that nina of doom
    2 inches in and, uh, 4 inches out
    You back that nigga that pack that gat
    And hit that indo-sack
    It's like that
    Cannabis sativa got me stuck on stump, fool
    All it take is a wake, a fat green-bud blunt and a stunt
    Cause it's that nigga that work 'em nigga deep
    And block creep
    And witness murder, baby, kill a seed
    Once it'll make you vomit
    Guts in a mama's baby, nuts in a bottle, maybe it's common
    Biatches keep fuckin' and suckin' and keepin' it comin'
    With they drama. POP! It's baby killa season
    Put 6 in the clip, put it up that clit
    And watch them baby's brains
    Drip out that fetus
    Bleed, it's that nigga that kill 'em
    I'll fill 'em all full for that sicc reason
    Season of da siccness broodin', got me trippin' for no reason


    [Hook] (x2)
    Guess what daddy's bringin' home for supper
    Nigga nuts and guts and slabs of human meat, motherfucka
    Now eat! Cause daddy's workin' hard for you, rilla
    Killas run around everyday that's why I'm hard for you, nigga!
    Now eat!

    [Verse 2]
    As I creep, picture every human that I see
    Slabs of human meat cause my kids gotta eat
    I lives kinda deep, dark, up in the cut
    Where niggas load nines, and barrel-fuck a slut
    Nigga, what? You ain't even seen me in my prime
    Eatin' baby brains, baby veins, baby spines
    I know they be cryin' when I'm cuttin' off the neck
    I'm peelin' off the skin for some bacon-fried croquette
    Baby villain spine, that baby-killin' mind
    A fifth pint of gin cause I know I’m doin' time
    So catch me now before I do my next crime
    My kids' gotta eat, somebody's baby's on the line, nigga

    [Hook] (x2)

    [Verse 3]
    Get ready for the nigga shit
    That siccer-than-sicc gut ripgut
    Pick-a-vic-up, fuck 'em up with a couple of nine-milla slugs
    And put ‘em on the ground with a tore-up mug
    Slugs to the womb
    Guts all over the room
    That legion of doom
    That S to the I-C-X
    With a locc and a tech for the throat
    And a neck full of gunsmoke it up, locc
    One for the nigga who kills them infants and senses
    Then this time, I hit 'em with a nine-millimeter, meter
    Now let's pick up me freakin' up your skin
    Never knew nigga-meat cooked so thin!
    So I pack me a nine-milla gat
    And creep in the back of the 'Lac
    With a sack of the indo

    [Hook] (x2)

    [Verse 4]
    That's right, once upon a time
    A nigga that hella sicc up in the skids
    With a lie for the snitch
    As a victim's stoned, sayin' "I'll be bones to the pussy clits"
    They're a baby ditch to the mastermind
    Nine-millimeter shells, they're blind!
    Devils made a pact to fuck with match-to-heat, it's one of a kind
    Low enough to the shit got hella deep that I had to patch it
    To a soul who had the heart to put his mama in a casket
    Who could it be?
    Or can he be
    Locked up in the county
    Cause the bounty
    Finally found a nigga like me?
    X-to-the-R-to-the-A-I-D-E-D
    L-O-C
    What's up, my nigga?
    Pull this trigger
    And take my muthafuckin' legacy
    But watch your back
    Niggas be claimin' that they sicc
    But really don't know which way to go when they be smokin' up with my lunatic
    Shiiiit, have you ever seen your mama's cock? (Yeah!)
    Have you ever seen a body drop? (Yeah!)
    Have you even loaded up your Glock?
    Well, I could gives a fuck cause even then, nigga, you not my nigga
    From that 24 Garden Block
    That's doin' time
    For shootin' shadows up in the dark
    And tryin' to bite before he bark
    And when his heart stops
    From the Meadowview Glocks up in the cut
    They try to lynch my muthafucka to make some dice up out his nuts
    And what the fuck goes thru my nigga's mind up in his cell?
    That 24 Deep, no sleep, much stress, nigga
    Nigga must be livin' up in hell
    And here I am, same muthafucka that got my nigga sicc
    Tryin' to kill myself but slippin' more deeper into the siccness shit

  32. J.... S....

    bumping Lynch is like a drug for me to just not give a fuck

  33. J.... ....

    Play this around vegans watch em shit them selfs

  34. N.... b....

    How does nigga meat cook so thin

  35. J.... S....

    Brotha Lynch made me love horror stuff

  36. U.... S....

    Haven't heard this song in 20 years.

  37. a.... m....

    Sept 2018 and still listening

    a.... m....

    This shit right here!

  38. j.... s....

    cannibal corpse with soul foo

  39. R.... M....

    Anti-Hero brought me here

  40. C.... P....

    Dope dope https://youtu.be/4yZYRdd2qPs

  41. L.... -....

    Now EAT!

  42. M.... ....

    Who here is from Sacramento? We used to kick it to to this I only met him once wayy back 97 lol

    M.... ....

    Mushie916 me

    M.... ....

    Mushie916 209 Stockton VS everybody what it do?

    M.... ....

    MrMyopinionsmatter no

  43. R.... V....

    This song fucking bumps

  44. f.... t....

    This song gets me pump every time I work out lmao!! Lol

  45. C.... ....

    I read this was supposed to be disturbing it doesn't effect me in the slightest I mean , I like the sound and it entertains me but disturbing? Meh I takes a hell of a lot more to rattle me

    C.... ....

    ChaoticEvilCanary Me too. I actually haven't been able to find anything bad enough to disturb me and it's really unsatisfactory

    C.... ....

    I like it. To me it doesn't have to shake me,but it's disturbing and funny to me.

    C.... ....

    Krystal Barber nothing seems to disturb me at all on the internet

  46. P.... ....

    2017 still listen to this fucker.

  47. D.... Z....

    Albuquerque love 24deep long live. strange

  48. M.... R....

    Only the West coast can appreciate Brotha Lynch. The East Coast knows nothing about him.

    M.... R....

    I been fucking with this since it came out. Pulled up to this soundtrack lol

    M.... R....

    I've been jamming Lunch on the East Coast but my homie put me on and he's from West Coast and KC.

    M.... R....

    The horrorcore fans know in the east at least. We had three six mafia. An Ganksta NIP was the first horrorcore rapper in da 80s straight out the south.

    M.... R....

    I’m from the souf and we been fuccn wit cuz

    M.... R....

    I knew about him in highschool in the late 90s and I lived in a subberb in Ohio

  49. S.... S....

    hit me up

  50. S.... S....

    love u beotha

  51. S.... S....

    I've listened to this song thousands of times....and only 72 comments...dam

  52. O.... P....

    this is my jam shit, right here!

  53. U.... ....

    This reminds me of #pizzagate Guess what D.C. politicians is bringin' home for supper? NOW EAT that's why hillary clinton hard for ur kids, my nigga! Hillary gotta eat somebody's baby on the line!(sic: wikileaks)

  54. H.... R....

    Takes me back to 8th grade 2002!!

  55. F.... T....

    This is that fire! Just in time for Halloween!!!

  56. T.... S....

    Charlie classic sent me here

  57. P.... O....

    guess what daddy is bringing home, for super

  58. P.... O....

    43 people had their babies ate

    P.... O....

    Patrick Oliver or ate bad babies

  59. T.... K....

    fuck is this song nice

  60. J.... C....

    GUESS WHAT DADDYS BRINGING HOMD FOR SUPPER

    J.... C....

    Nuts and guts?

  61. T.... ....

    GRRRRR!.!

    T.... ....

    SKIRRRRT

  62. M.... S....

    i know they be crying when im cuttin off the neck im peeling off the skin for some bacon fried croket. brotha lynch hung the siccess rapper since ganksta n.i.p

  63. M.... G....

    einfach hammer des lied

  64. J.... H....

    a fat green bud blunt

  65. N.... V....

    this nigga is hard as fuck... his mind is sick like mine..lol

    N.... V....

    Bitch!! Ill cut your face off and eat it!!! :)

    N.... V....

    I don't know if he'll let them out I don't know if I let the bitch suck this DPG BLACKJACK

  66. G.... ....

    Muthafucc her whole fam tree and it's insane roots.

  67. G.... ....

    This is how a bitch killa suffas.

  68. G.... ....

    I am 5150 times three bitch!

  69. G.... ....

    Muthafucc my unborn kid. There never even wuz one.

  70. G.... ....

    Garden blocc deuce fo killed this.

  71. S.... ....

    listening to the intro to this song then when it droops always gets me one of the best skits for sure

  72. L.... V....

    Dang bro this song gets the blood pumpin. This is bold music, art with balls! How do pop artists like Eminem get so much fame?

    Guess what daddy's bringing home for supper?

    L.... V....

    +Kheiran K Hes talkin 9out Eminem

    L.... V....

    You obviously haven't heard the SSLP

    L.... V....

    Leopold Vincent Medley You've clearly only heard 2010+ Eminem. Only a year before that he made relapse which it's self is a horrocore album

    L.... V....

    Leopold Vincent Medley
    Now EAT!

    L.... V....

    Leopold Vincent Medley this is kinda like Eminem’s early work. He was definitely influenced by Lynch.

  73. 1.... ....

    Slabs of human meat motherfucka!

  74. �.... ....

    Planned Parenthood jams

    �.... ....

    American & Canadian Magical Mysteries Production Association lmao 💉🔥👿😷😈🔫💀

    �.... ....

    American & Canadian Magical Productions, LLC. Lol

    �.... ....

    American & Canadian Magical Productions, LLC. LOL

    �.... ....

    😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂

  75. W.... E....

    ShitS SiCk ASf!!:.

  76. C.... ....

    Classic

  77. V.... R....

    Guess what daddy's bringing home TO Eat VOLVO

  78. B.... ....

    Death rap

    B.... ....

    *Horrorcore

    B.... ....

    Baby_Fruit_Bat horrorcore

    B.... ....

    Rip Gut

    B.... ....

    *Literal hellfire

  79. M.... W....

    Love this song, really makes me want to sort out my garden and get grilling those baby back ribs on the barbie.

    M.... W....

    😂😂😂😂

  80. y.... ....

    most underrated rapper, him and big L.

    y.... ....

    @Dave B. Cats betta scat when the gat goes click clack.

    y.... ....

    Not when this album was new, everybody knew of him

    y.... ....

    Would of been nice to of seen a Lynch and L collab.

    y.... ....

    How TF you put him and L in the same sentence? L was light-years ahead if his time. Brotha Lynch was just some gangsta horror core type shit. Entertaining without a doubt but L had metaphors and punchlines for infinity he was a real lyricist.

    y.... ....

    You’re stupid and he’s the best rapper out there , jealousy comes out when you can’t rap or sell albums like him

  81. k.... ....

    my kids gotta eat, somebody's babies on the line nigga.

  82. D.... A....

    Slabs of human meat cuz my kidz gotta eat

  83. J.... C....

    fucyou bitc

  84. R.... A....

    Fuk northern kali biach this summ Crip shit fuk slops buster border bitches

    R.... A....

    Oh stfu 😂😂😂😂

    R.... A....

    how u finna say fucc northern cal when lynch from northern cal? n we fucc wit nortes we dont fucc wit scraps or burnt burritos and some blood sets is cool.

    R.... A....

    She don’t know what the fuck she’s talking about lol

    R.... A....

    Taylor Mickelsen 😂😂😂

  85. D.... M....

    Lynch is spittin fire, rippin that microphone apart! Classic Northern Cali shiet.

    D.... M....

    now eat

  86. R.... C....

    slabs of human meat cuzz my kids gotta eat?!?!?! LOL

    R.... C....

    now eat

  87. C.... ....

    This is so brilliantly fucked up...in a good way

  88. C.... ....

    this is GOOD rap lol

  89. J.... K....

    Lol Damn this the shit I used to listen to

  90. K.... T....

    TURN THE SPEAKERS UP AT 2:12! THE FUCKING RAP EXPLODES!!!

  91. j.... ....

    bought this cd when it first came out now i have bought like 100 more and still don't have a cd with case that how good this cd is all day

  92. z.... ....

    listening to this song makes me hungry

  93. C.... G....

    Nigga, what? You ain't even seen me in my prime
    Eatin' baby brains, baby veins, baby spines
    I know they be cryin' when I'm cuttin' off the neck
    I'm peelin' off the skin for some bacon-fried croquettes