paroles de chanson The Corpse Came to Dinner - Brotha Lynch Hung
[Verse
1]
It's
a
must
that
I
bust
any
strap
ya
hand
ta
me
It's
inherited,
it
runs
in
the
family
Niggaz
in
the
town
got
pounds
of
beef
Threaten
a
niggaz
life,
make
it
sound
so
sweet
I
peel
'em
back
like
corn-on-the-cob,
cap
peel
'em
Make
'em
sound
like
a
whore
on
the
job
Witta
Mac
in
the
backpack,
fulla
that
crack
sack
Gettin'
it
off
(Better
have
my
muthafuckin
money)
Bitch
where
my
siccmade
'til
I
die
shit,
nobody
saw
So
I
was
able
ta
wipe
the
blood
off
the
hallway
walls
Ain't
got
nothin
ta
live
for
Can't
even
trust
a
bitch,
might
have
ta
leave
her
alone
Ma
had
ta
dig
a
ditch,
shit
so
rigorous
Dealin'
wit
hataz,
snitchaz,
and
bitchaz,
get
they
brains
gone
Find
a
new
home,
you
one
life
is
gone
Cuz
I'm
O-One,
check
the
clock
And
if
these
walls
could
talk,
muthafuckaz'll
be
shot
I'm
about
ta
go
51-50,
got
nobody
wit
me
Stressed
out
like
Whitney,
Bobby
Brown,
weed
and
whiskey
Smokin'
Newports,
no
support
But
like
Too
Short
I
keep
it
goin'
Shootin'
up
forts,
who
in
this
sport
wanna
fuck
wit
me
Come
on
the
court,
rippin'
out
insides
Puttin'
stains
on
thangs,
that's
when
I
rip-ride
And
I
slip-slide
through
the
Gardens
witta
bloody
t-shirt,
it
won't
hurt
Look
at
this
way,
6 feet
deep
in
the
dirt
won't
hurt
Flirtin'
wit
murda,
I
leave
'em
unheard
of
And
I'm
sicca
than
period
pads
drippin'
All
over
your
hands
gettin'
The
back
seat
or
the
trunk,
it's
your
choice
Dead
or
alive,
smothered
and
fried
The
way
you
better
uncover
your
eyes,
I'm
in
the
skies
Witta
9 tryin'
ta
take
out
your
spine
Nobody
know
crime,
throw
up
that
sicc
sign
And
strike
hard
like
stricc-nine
No
recovery,
you
other
G
niggaz
betta
duck
Leave
you
in
the
tuc
stuck
Psycho,
off
the
wall
like
Michael
Always
paranoid
cuz
I
be
blowin'
out
that
nitro
All
day,
every
day,
murda
spray,
got
you
in
Glad
Bags
Headed
for
the
pad,
and
you
can
ask
my
dad
I
was
a
scavenger,
14
years
old
eatin'
scabs
Graduated
ta
nigga
meat,
but
I
don't
wanna
brag
Fuck
Jeffry
Dohmer,
he
a
muthafuckin
fag
I
got
nigga
nuts
and
guts
in
the
bag,
draggin'
'em
ta
the
pad
[Chorus]
(Corpse
came
ta
dinner)
Ziplock,
body-bag,
toe-tag,
wet
t-shirt,
black
mask
Ziplock,
body-bag,
toe-tag,
wet
t-shirt,
black
mask
(Corpse
came
ta
dinner)
Ziplock,
body-bag,
toe-tag,
wet
t-shirt,
black
mask
Ziplock,
body-bag,
toe-tag,
wet
t-shirt,
black
mask
(Corpse
came
ta
dinner)
Ziplock,
body-bag,
toe-tag,
wet
t-shirt,
black
mask
Ziplock,
body-bag,
toe-tag,
wet
t-shirt,
black
mask
(Corpse
came
ta
dinner)
Ziplock,
body-bag,
toe-tag,
wet
t-shirt,
black
mask
Ziplock,
body-bag,
toe-tag,
wet
t-shirt,
black
mask
[Verse
2]
Fuck
under
the
influence,
I'm
hella
fucked
up
Swervin'
down
the
freeway,
spillin'
my
cup
Tryin'
take
you
out
this
rap
on
the
Underbelly
He
ain't
shit,
he
'bout
ta
be
in
the
trunk
smelly
By
me
and
my
Relly,
you
never
know
Whatever
tho,
I
got
auto
magazines
and
that
weak
intro
What
you
got
against
me?
Don't
you
know
I
rip
niggaz
up,
turn
'em
ta
minced
meat
Well
if
you
got
some
sense,
beat
it,
like
raw
eggs
I
used
ta
have
hella
homies,
now
they
all
hate
But
I'ma
leave
it
alone,
I'm
on
my
own
like
a
voodoo
nigga
If
a
nigga
want
ta
get
ate,
what
would
you
do
nigga
I
was
too
cool
wit
'em,
group
of
niggaz
and
they
tripped
on
me
Gave
'em
a
little
bit
of
fame,
then
they
dipped
on
me
But
you
know,
it's
all
in
the
game,
tell
the
crip
homie
Ta
hit
'em
witta
slug
in
the
brain,
that's
what
you
get
from
me
Crash
dummy,
your
careers
defected
And
you
ain't
sold
a
record
last
time
I
checked
it
You
just
keep
knockin',
I
feel
disrespected
Now
your
neck
got
disconnected
by
the
Lynch
Hung
necklace
Hey,
I
leave
'em
red,
and
I
don't
eat
the
head
Let
the
Tec
spit
and
chop
niggaz
down
ta
the
ground
like
Judge
Dread
Come
up
in
the
door
lookin'
just
like
a
fed
And
you
call
yourself
a
rap
vet
Get
out
the
bed,
and
let
me
fuck
her
like
she
should
be
fucked
All
in
the
butt,
wit
the
9 milly,
swallowin'
nut
And
you
see
me
in
black
clothes,
creepin'
from
the
back
Don't
know
how
ta
act,
black
blankets
fulla
Mac's
I
use
'em
for
nutsacks
and
full
body
sacks
Better
not
let
your
daughter
out,
end
up
in
the
slaughter
house
Chokin'
and
spittin',
chest
open
and
bleedin'
And
me
fuckin'
her
from
the
back,
and
I
hope
for
you
ta
see
it
[Chorus]
(Corpse
came
ta
dinner)
Ziplock,
body-bag,
toe-tag,
wet
t-shirt,
black
mask
Ziplock,
body-bag,
toe-tag,
wet
t-shirt,
black
mask
(Corpse
came
ta
dinner)
Ziplock,
body-bag,
toe-tag,
wet
t-shirt,
black
mask
Ziplock,
body-bag,
toe-tag,
wet
t-shirt,
black
mask
(Hey
Folks,
open
the
door
nigga)
Ziplock,
body-bag,
toe-tag,
wet
t-shirt,
black
mask
Ziplock,
body-bag,
toe-tag,
wet
t-shirt,
black
mask
(Nah,
nah,
open
the
trunk)
Ziplock,
body-bag,
toe-tag,
wet
t-shirt,
black
mask
Ziplock,
body-bag,
toe-tag,
wet
t-shirt,
black
mask
1 The Corpse Came to Dinner
2 In the Tuck (feat. Nit the Pit)
3 Fucc a Struggle (feat. C.O.S.)
4 Doing Bad (feat. E-Moe)
5 Rilla Man (feat. D-Dubb)
6 Concrete Jungle (feat. Doomsday)
7 I'm That Nigga (feat. T-Nutty)
8 Sins (feat. Balance)
9 Don't Be My Pleasure (feat. First Degree the D.E.)
10 Mo Shit (feat. Young Droop)
11 I'm a Hustle (feat. Hollowtip, Mic-C & Young Shade)
12 Siccmade Rider (feat. Dubb-Sak)
13 Jealous Bitches (feat. Zagg)
14 It's Da Mista Nigga (feat. Phonk Beta & Shagg)
15 Court Dogg Gon' Ball (feat. Court Dogg)
16 It's Going Down (feat. Lowdown)
17 Deep (feat. Halfbreed)
18 Last Call (feat. Loki)
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