Brotha Lynch Hung Lyrics
Brotha Lynch Hung Lyrics
"One of the Last Lyrics"
Hetero Lyrics
what a fucked up world or is it my fucked up head? the only way you are cool is if you're gay or dead straight, normal, hetero guy normal, hetero, straight guy i never get any chicks but it's better than a gun, or a dick in the mouth is there any place to be for a normal straight guy like me? straight
what a fucked up world or is it my fucked up head? the only way you are cool is if you're gay or dead straight, normal, hetero guy normal, hetero, straight guy i never get any chicks but it's better than a gun, or a dick in the mouth is there any place to be for a normal straight guy like me? straight
Now bigger than life is...how I'm coming out,
rigorous,and vigorous,
you niggaz know what I'm talking 'bout,
I want cheeze and lettuce, and my wallet so fetish (fatish),
and I want to break through like Jerome Bettis, (pro-status)
all this time I got rhyme on my mind, every dime,
I spend it on some weed and some studio time,
drink O-E out the Mickey's big-mouth,
my point is, I'll be in the cut trying to keep these snakes out
my house,
(chorus)
I'm one of the last sick niggaz that you've heard thus far,
you can bump me at your crib or while you're of
My Everything Lyrics
Verse 1 You know I've had some lonely days I've made mistakes and had to pay I've had some friends that walked away Just like mama told me But there's someone who's love is real Who cares about the way I feel (I know you feel) Every pain that erase every stain There
f that nitro inVerse 1 You know I've had some lonely days I've made mistakes and had to pay I've had some friends that walked away Just like mama told me But there's someone who's love is real Who cares about the way I feel (I know you feel) Every pain that erase every stain There
your car,
but I don't say that to say that I'm a super star, but if you get
high then you can feel me no matter who you are,
(verse 2)
nigga now I shit lyrics, but I can't use 'em, have your son
tripping Brotha Lynch hung loopin',
they be off that bottle talkin' 'bout,
"Brotha Lynch be talkin' 'bout, sick shit I heard he ate his momma
out,"
now how('s) this muthaphukka 'gon write some shit, about the Brotha
Lynch hung 'cause he('s) killin' in his song,
he say,"that nigga(z) shit(s) tight, but he ain't shit",
he say
Microwaved Uterogestation Lyrics
Fomentatious perflation hydrogenates your foetal cisterna Coagulating haemorrhage and your congenital hernia Dehydrated soup - crumbling hygroma Pectified sludge - dank, acrid aroma Clotting uteral mucus, dissipating your foetus Melting your uterus and evaporation your cy
"god as my witness I heard he fucked them bitches"Fomentatious perflation hydrogenates your foetal cisterna Coagulating haemorrhage and your congenital hernia Dehydrated soup - crumbling hygroma Pectified sludge - dank, acrid aroma Clotting uteral mucus, dissipating your foetus Melting your uterus and evaporation your cy
which is supposed to be wrong criticizing my love song,
you get the rope fuckin' with the Brotha Lynch Hung,
roll in formation, make intimidation, 'catch you on your weed high',
(echo)
I tore you up like a pitch bent, feelin' dick hard, well you better
get your bitch then,
It gets thin, and I'm off this Black and Mild shit,
Tall-can told me it was smooth and now I'm buyin' boxes of it,
trying to relax and deal with these taxes,
'cause they be at my checks with them axes,
(and them) twenty sacks is, in
Circle Of The Tyrants Lyrics
After the battle is over And the sand's drunken the blood All what there remains Is the bitterness of delusion The immortality of the Gods Sits at their side As they leave the walls behind To reach the jewels gleam The days have come When the steel will ru
he back seat, After the battle is over And the sand's drunken the blood All what there remains Is the bitterness of delusion The immortality of the Gods Sits at their side As they leave the walls behind To reach the jewels gleam The days have come When the steel will ru
I'm [fuck me if I know]->licin' this,(lacing this)<-close enough!
hope my muthaphukkin' baby's momma ain't no sheisty bitch,
she want(s) to publish, all right that's cool,
she wants some other shit, get off the hydro tube,
niggaz always think I talk about 'em 'cause I talk shit,
my worst nightmare is killin' my bitch for trying to keep my grips,
I'm like Mark Spitz, I'll swim a channel for my shit then watch your
heart split,
I'm doing damage your bitch, and while your heart switch(es) you
better remember where you came from bitch,