Brotha Lynch Hung - Don't Worry Momma It's Just Bleeding (feat. Tech N9ne, Krizz Kaliko, C-Lim, BZO, & Gmacc) Lyrics

Lyrics Don't Worry Momma It's Just Bleeding (feat. Tech N9ne, Krizz Kaliko, C-Lim, BZO, & Gmacc) - Brotha Lynch Hung feat. Tech N9ne, Krizz Kaliko, C-Lim, BZO, & Gmacc



Can't believe this nigga got me out here on some Scott Peterson shit.
Where the body at, G-Macc?
Hey, Lynch said it was dumped over here in the river on this side
That right there?
Yeah, that black bag. Get that shit, man
What, cuz? I aingt getting that shit
That's some white people shit, it's dark
Go get that shit, cuz
Nigga I'm the siccest in the west
Hit it in the chest
In a minute I rip a nigga like wet sex
Your sentimental I get the Ritalin shoot TECs
Cut a nigga in half just like a duplex
Then all I ask is "Who's next?"
Take a nigga and give a nigga a suplex
Coathanga Strangla banging' the deuce set
Choke and strangle her, name it in two blex
It's the Season Of Da Siccness times three
Spitting the venomous IV full of white weed
And my nine get a tight squeeze
And I'mma die with my dick in a tight breezy
Believe me I leave these - bodies they're prob'ly gon' have my face on the TV
I'm like Jason in 3D, who in the game want to see me?
I'm at the motherfucking teepee
Plotting and planning it while I'm wiping off the three
Fifty seven I'm makin' 'em go to heaven
One through seven I make 'em go see the reverend
In a casket, niggas get they ass ripped
Razor blades and dildos, nigga that's it
Fuck around and get your hat split
I'm on some 'Tall Cangee got my back' shit
It'll get venomous sending niggas at me
I keep a Russian AK in the back seat
I get the guns from the back seat
Brotha Lynch Hung he got the hacksaw 'cause he love to hack meat
Heat it, and eat it, and leave it
I'm even leaving 'em bleeding and feeding 'em
And I'mma keep it that deep
I stay hotter than the Sac' heat
One to the head then I smash like a track meet
Don't get too comfortable
(Don't get too comfortable, you might not stay, might be leaving)
Don't worry momma it's just bleeding
(Things will be fine if you just give it some time)
Just don't get too comfortable
(Don't get too comfortable, you might not stay, might be leaving)
Don't worry momma it's just bleeding
(Things will be fine if you just give it some time and let go)
Now they got me on some supa' dupa' sick shit
So I'm a cut up and stab the beat
Like a slab of meat with slick shit
Now-now-now I'm with the sickness
And now I'm bludgeoning niggas because it is so ridic'lous
Juggernaut not random with the rambling
I'm super cede six seven kill her with the sampling
And chew them like beef tips 'cause Kevin is a cannibal
Add me into the A team and I'm Hannibal
Mechanical robot'll go hard and damage you with it
Roll with killers and I got a few with it
I got a musket and a pint of Muscatel
When they find you they be like, "What's the smell?"
Take him took his top off, cause-it cause-it popped off
And we off'd him and cost him he soft I'm a boss and I (hey)
Took the coat hanger from Lynch
And I become the strangler if you flinch, leave her bleed quick
Gimme the chop and I be hoppin' ready to die let's go
Ready to pop and I see dropping every in my retinal
Send me the doctor who got the medical file death row
For the nurses who purposely hurt mamma with Trileptal
We told you motherfuckers that she was allergic
He heard her, slurred now pancreatitis emerges
Now I got you running from curses and hearses
Cut you like a surgeon 'cause you deserve it
Two reverends is pitiful thinkin' they can get with Mr. Formidable
I pity your mental hospital, the hospitable
I'm not finished your thoughts are squashed dinner
For harps your off limits and lost with chopped genitals
I'm coming to get you with thunder though
Seeing you suffer's gonna be wonderful
Sick inside of me give you lobotomies time to undergo
Fucking with the Nina...
Don't get too comfortable
Don't get too comfortable, you might not stay, might be leaving
Don't worry momma it's just bleeding
Things will be fine if you just give it some time
Just don't get too comfortable
Don't get too comfortable, you might not stay, might be leaving
Don't worry momma it's just bleeding
Things will be fine if you just give it some time and let go
Ugh, it's-ugh, it's starting to stink already, cuz
Man, this shit is getting everywhere... shit!
Ugh, nigga, damn, ugh!
Shut up, shut up, quit acting like that, nigga, shit!
Hold on, my phone ringing, hold up
Go into the other room, cuz, I got to finish this shit
... I got to finish this shit
Hey Lim
Hella loc
Lim!
Hella loc, who this? When-when-
This is Lynch, nigga
Damn!
Hey, you get that?
Man... What number you calling me from, cuz?
No-no, I'm calling from a throw away, man
Ey, who's that, cuz?
Oh yeah, that's right, cuz
*Saw noises*
I just want to know if you got that
Nigga, we got it, cuz
Um, G-Macc in there cutting up the body right now
Getting his blood everywhere, cuz
Aw shit!
Oh, for real?
Nigga, you would love it, cuz
Haha, haha!
Ey Lynch, where you at, cuz?
Ey, ey, just make sure you got that rollin
And holler at me, you know I need that
Some food?
Yeah, make sure you save me some of that meat
Got you
Shit!
Alright, I'll be there in a minute
Hey, get off the phone, cuz!
Cuz, I'm here now, that's Lynch, cuz
Damn, what'd you do to the room, cuz?! Ugh!
Ey, just ey-just help me grab this leg, cuz
Nigga, I'm not touching that shit
Ey, we need to put it back in the bag, nigga
Cuz, you get-ugh!
Ey, c'mon, cuz
Don't worry-
You can put that on the floor right there!
Ey, nigga
You know this the butcher, what'd you expect to find, nigga? C'mon
Ugh! Nigga, get you-ugh!
[G-Macc]
Grab that shit, cuz
Grab that shit
C'mon, clean that up
Now my chest all crushed up and everything



Writer(s): Samuel Watson, Aaron Yates, Kevin Mann, Michael Summers


Brotha Lynch Hung - Dinner And A Movie
Album Dinner And A Movie
date of release
09-07-2010



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