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Brotha Lynch Hung

Friday Night

 

Friday Night

(Album: Coathanga Strangla - 2011)


[Brotha Lynch Hung:]
Aie C.O. I think they forgot
Ma nigga can you please remind these mothafuckers

[COS:]
It's the main cam dog get it confused
I'm in the attic with the lantern tryna write to through the flu
Sicker than sick tryna find the right move
'Cause all I see is, blood on the wall dripping right on my shoes
This blood stains on the bathroom sink
Mixed drinks, bloody murder turn your bathroom pink
I'm cutting right through, every vein and every artery
The pain became a part of me, the porn house putting targets like a archery
My bloody valentine put a whole where his heart'll be
Tell him cancel Christmas take the lights down it's dark to me
These niggas are bitches hit the court, L.A. sparks to me
I'm 'a give them ditches pitchforks graveyards to sleep
I'm a Braveheart Mel Gibson, it's how I'm 'a speak
Fuck everybody, and they mamma that's what I'm 'a teach
Dump everybody, in the water with piranhas Dee
And they'll never find em, if they do they been gone for weeks
Decompose, I compose up a little murder show
Lights off, curtains close then I'm 'a let the burner go
Blood on his wife, and his mamma, furthermore
This a madesicc camp crystal lake murder flow
Everything you heard before, just don't cut it
Now we back with razor blades and alcohol that we can guzzle
Mr. Nobrandt you can feel my nature
Rise through the ceiling puffing taylors with some taylors

[Brotha Lynch Hung:]
That's what happened on a Friday night
Bloody prints in your bedroom I'm 'a try that knife
A lot of people had to die that night
I got to eat, so that means you gon' fry that night
I gotta eat

That's what happened on a Friday night
Bloody prints in your bedroom I'm 'a try that knife
A lot of people had to die that night
I got to eat, so that means you gon' fry that night
I gotta eat

Body sweating like a Juggalo
I just murdered a whole family, bodies was dropping like dominoes
I slit they neck and I hit every room poking on motherfuckers like they was getting a tattoo
But it goes real deep, get some real sleep
Suicide watch nigga trust me I ain't scared to creep
I ain't scared to die, I'm prepared to die
They ain't scared to lie, they ain't there for I
So I'm just leaving em bleeding you can believe that I'm breathing
Long as I'm breathing no liquid bout to be seeping
Lyrically eating men, I got an appetite
These niggs ain't acting right, and they ain't rapping right
So I shook em and I took em to the afterlife
You could watch me cook em look I'm eating fried brains tonight
This is a set up, niggas 'bout to get wet up
No matter what you think about me I will never let up

That's what happened on a Friday night
Bloody prints in your bedroom I'm 'a try that knife
A lot of people had to die that night
I got to eat, so that means you gon' fry that night
I gotta eat

That's what happened on a Friday night
Bloody prints in your bedroom I'm 'a try that knife
A lot of people had to die that night
I got to eat, so that means you gon' fry that night
I gotta eat

I'm a rolling stone, I carry magazines
I don't care to stab a spleen I'm a hungry human being
See I create murder scenes, that's what I do that's my job
Learned it from the creep mob in the gardens (wuddup cuh)
I'm a hard head, rolling with a pistol
Hard head nigga with a pistol that's schizo
Our leg cuts a lot of crystal I'm a sicko
Car keys give em to me I'm about to skeet skirt
Nigga my feet hurt, try to walk in my shoes
Don't nobody wanna go through shit just like I do
Don't nobody wanna get the clip get the bad news
Don't nobody wanna get the bullet hole tattoos
I'm a pull it close, rap dudes, get treated like breakfast
Specially when my set rip, lynch hung necklace
Been done tested, the .357 but I used the coat-hanger

That's what happened on a Friday night
Bloody prints in your bedroom I'm 'a try that knife
A lot of people had to die that night
I got to eat, so that means you gon' fry that night
I gotta eat

That's what happened on a Friday night
Bloody prints in your bedroom I'm 'a try that knife
A lot of people had to die that night
I got to eat, so that means you gon' fry that night
I gotta eat

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