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brotha lynch hung - can i have a napkin? كلمات الأغنية

[hook]
i might just eat your brains to see what’s in your soul
i’m high drunk wet angry
they gone have to capture me i’m cookin em up in a factory
n-gg- ya dead now
n-gg- ya dead now

[verse 1]
can i have a napkin?
i eat his insides out n-body knew what happened
i ran down the avenue, all red like mac10
jailhouse shank tako n-gg- he died laughin
blue d-ckies bloodied up always keep em saggin
head trauma, you couldn’t even fix it up wit aspirin
as if
n-gg-s wanna eat but i eat ask em
n-gg- you wanna certified dope record cash em
thats why i’m strange on that -ss i gotta p-ssion
only reason i spit like this n-gg- i drink acid
modern day ca$his roy jones mayweather
you couldn’t tell me nothin bout sicc n-gg- we stay together
sleep in the same bed runnin through the same bread
still spittin fire if you know the rap games dead grrr
i eat spaghetti intestines so i don’t give a f-ck about your funny -ss tactics
and i don’t wanna run up in your stomach
pepto
all you other horrorcore rappers
drep though
run up in em
cut em in the mother f-ckin neck though
no more rappin no need to use the techno
my rhymes like lead bullets leavin your set wet though
i challenge you motherf-ckers i’ma broke n-gg- so lets go
tech n9ne sacramento cannibal i eat
breath stink like human meat got pieces in my teeth
can i get a toothpick?
overdose on 24 pills that way you guilty motherf-ckers know what the truth is
n-gg-s think they know me they callin me a og
f-ck all your sympathy n-gg- you can die slowly
poisonous get your boys in this i take em by the dozen
n-gg- i get devious that was my little cousin
n-gg- i’m just sick in the head you thought i wasn’t?
i’ll make a n-gg- drink my p-ss guzzle n love it!

[hook]
i might just eat your brains to see what’s in your soul
i’m high drunk wet angry
they gone have to capture me i’m cookin em up in a factory
n-gg- ya dead now
n-gg- ya dead now

[verse 2]
excuse me, can i have a napkin?
i’m drippin’ like a vampire when he ain’t rappin’

i eat rappers up, i admit, i eat swine
with a little squeeze from the lemon and lime
me i hate women all the time (i really mean) exes
dream about
leavin em in the back of the lexus
cut throat legs spreaded open like texas
razor blade p-ssy lips n-gg- she died gaspin
murder without a motive its ya boy i gotta p-ssion
n i be puffin on that kush like ashton, sebastion
you don’t wanna f-ck around gattin
music either i gotta couple of them fat ones

- brotha lynch hung

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