Sit In That Corner Bitch!

Brotha Lynch Hung

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    [Verse 1:]
    Razorblade to nipples, baby breastfeed me
    I just saw your face on the TV and they already think you're laying six feet deep
    Took a nap, now they on the news talking 'bout how they want the nigga back
    I gave her back to 'em, but not before I took a bat, bashed her in the head
    Baved it, plated it and smashed in the shev back to the hideout
    Shit, I took a machete and dot her fucking eyes out
    Now I'm on the internet, motherfucker why not?
    MySpace is my place; pick her up and tie knots
    Got her on the bed playing dead, fuck it then I took her to the bathtub
    And made her bloody red, no matter what he said
    Nigga he's the ripper, I saw him slice a nigga's dick up
    And cut a nigga's bitch up, put her in the trash bag and that's that
    He's on Facebook, she's in the space look

    [Chorus:]
    Sit in that fucking corner bitch!
    (My motherfucking razorblade)
    (Hey, I'm telling you bitch, you better take me serious)
    Sit in that corner bitch!
    (Remember when you got that computer for Christmas?)
    (Yeah that's why you're here)
    Sit in that fucking corner bitch
    Sit in that corner bitch
    (Now I'm about to cut you, and eat you and heat you and beat you bitch)

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    [Verse 2:]
    She asked me for a cigarette, here you go bitch back
    First pull out your titties and I promise I can get you wet
    After I slit your neck, I keep 'em brainwashed, cut open the score
    Cold while they get their brains washed
    I'm in the kitchen with a vivigar ripping your bitches spliffining
    And bitchin to get you to split the guts
    Outta my mouth, I'm a get that outta my house
    By cooking it and eating it and shitting it out
    I can do mc, he won't find shit all in the couch
    Shit in the bathroom and shit in the mouth
    And razorblades and alcohol, shit in the pouch
    Like 50 bitches on periods, I'm serious now
    It's about to take 3 hours like hand paws
    Trust me I'm tryna get all them kids in the damn dog
    I don't want ransom I'm sicker than Charles Manson, Ansem
    Like Chuckie I'm cutting your butt cheeks

    [Chorus:]
    Sit in that fucking corner bitch!
    Sit in that corner bitch!
    Sit in that fucking corner bitch!
    Sit in that corner bitch!

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    Composición: Brotha Lynch Hung

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