D.O.A (Dead on arrival)

Brotha Lynch Hung

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    Mr. Mann-A-bal Lector
    It's all over the news right now
    You couldn't have missed it
    Do you have any idea what might of happened to them
    Any idea at all
    Everybody thinks you do
    Not me, but lots of people do
    Tell me what happened
    (He died a violent death)

    (hook)
    He won't have a head no mo'
    He won't have no bread no mo'
    I won't have to get fed no mo'
    He's D.O.A.(Dinner on Arrival) bitch
    Give him an-enem-o-vemom
    And send em their endin'
    10 of the minutes the minimum
    I eat 10 of em
    Tick-Tock on the clock taccin out many men
    He's D.O.A. (Dinner on Arrival) X2

    (Verse 1)
    I don't do it to get famous, sumthin' bout the brainless aimless, body wit the stainless
    Imma be in the 6-4. A Schizo talkin other language yo' maine which your brain split
    Imma commit the hit flow til the shit blow, this the foe gangin and banging
    Lie in the playpen wit the stainless put his brain in my apron
    then I'm escapin
    Staple his legs
    When I get the OK
    I'm tapin his legs
    When I get to door
    Breakin his legs
    Want a omlet
    Better be breakfast and eggs
    Ducc from the bomb hit
    They finn' to pay
    Smoke when the bomb lift
    They goin finn' pass it
    Or they get the acid
    I'm bakin' that ass quicc
    Rapin that ass quicc
    Ryhme sound like I be takin' acid

    (hook) X2

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    Maybe the reason your so paranoid
    Is cause you smoke you much fuccin' marijuana
    Wouldn't you think?

    (Verse 2)
    I don't know, I just spit that shit like i do coke (you do coke)
    I do hope, you get this shit quicc cuz Spidy's broke(Spidy's broke)
    I do choke, got that shit that rip chinese dope
    I do loc, I got crip shit in me like tiny loc
    I ain't actin', my nine milimeter make niggaz do baccflips
    Get with them minimum practice, just hit them witta little gymnastics
    My heat is plastic, I beat the bastard i eat that ass quicc
    for dinner the winner gets the meat and i dont have to be the nigga that spits the fastest
    Mr.NASA A-S-A-P give me my cashes
    Mummahed Ali niggaz swoopin there ass's
    Grizlock be beatin their asses
    I leak mollasses couldn't see me after 24 karats of glasses
    you ain't the only one who gots goons
    Shit that'o bloody up rooms
    Rips that'o bloody up shoes
    pop the 64 pop the pistols
    And I can get close enough
    To hit those rocc to split those
    you talk the good talk so walk the good walk
    get up and lets go
    this the Mister piston niston sicc as this is
    Get your kids quicc take'em and rape'em
    This the siccness take'em and bake'em

    (hook) X2

    It's quite obvious that people are addicted to your siccness
    they all seem to be emulating you
    perhaps you should do something about that

    (Verse 3)
    I just know
    niggaz couldn't see me witta telescope(see me witta telescope)
    I just hope
    you tell'em Lynch Hung come so tell us hoe
    Tell us Hoe
    I got thicc big bitch so smell this dope
    I mean sniff this coke
    Its the rip vic shit drip out his nose
    I dont need this
    I carry a machete and I rip the cleveage
    I carry 'em and bury 'em I'm leavin 'em deep six
    Marin' and nall bearin' when I grind the teeth grip
    I prefer a deep dish imma be hidin behind 'em witta meat clever
    momma be cryin im fryin wit tha heat seeker
    Probably be tryin' comin' wit the heat seek shit
    Peter Parker AKA Coat Hanga Strangla
    They may pray but the Lynch is hangin'em
    After she dead Lynch Hung is bangin' guts STRANGE
    Ain't no tamin' us
    We get your brains and veins and bringin' them wit us
    Getta tat and bang it wit us
    One thang we insane and bring'en it up
    My tongue hangin when I'm aimin' aimin' at the guts
    Nigga loc to da brain all wraped in one
    hot dog ass niggaz get wrap in the bun
    tongue slit neck brains' hangin' wit Hung
    the real siccness is bacc so get it and run
    Imma get this shit and attack when I aim at his done
    Imma get this shit and pack when I aim at his done
    Siccness get your dick split

    (hook) X2

    I can't control my own mind(my own mind)
    (Is that so)
    my mind It's uncontrolable
    (Well just keep coming bacc and we'll figure it out)
    So many answers I can give you
    (but worry to much)
    So many answers I can give you
    (all right i'll see you tommorrow)Laughs

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