MDK

(álbum: Mannibalector - 2013)

[Intro:]
Murder, death, kill, we hungry
Murder, death, kill, we hungry

[Verse 1: Brotha Lynch Hung]
And I got bodies in the trunk, some of that cayenne pepper
Midnight just passed, better keep your eyes on Lector
I'm hiding in your closet with a machete and trash bags
Spaghetti your insides, get ready, I been died
Dead like a zombie
Backpack full of that crack that'll make you go hug mommy
Mo' drugs on me
I'm too nice, but don't make me get that butcher knife cause I do slice
Television say I'm a monster, they look at me like I'm Ed Gein, guts in a box, red scene
And giving bitches head drama, I'm way worse
I scrape the skin off your back and make a human skin purse
Cutting this meat, Strange is invited to eat

[Hook: x2]
Murder, death, kill, we hungry
Murder, death, kill, we hungry
Murder, death, kill, we hungry
Murder, death, kill, we hungry

[Verse 2: Trizz]
Ey, Lynch, is that a blunt? Roll that
Lace it with the cocaine, a nigga need to smoke that
Forgot to take my Prozac, I'm trying to get my zone back
Shaking and twitching, ready to kill a nigga, oh snap!
I feel alone to myself, so depressing
Stressed out, hectic, come close and get yo' neck slit
Reckless, ripping shit out and give it as the message
Guts on your doorstep, wake ya up for breakfast
Send it out to Lynch for Dinner and a Movie
Had the cops confused when they investigate, who, me?
Fuck jail, them niggas gon' have to shoot me
Going down fighting on trial if they sue me
Fire up this doobie, spit a bloody loogie
Ripguts, look what drugs do to me
Somebody better save ya, sodomize and rape ya
Bitch, pick your face up and hand it to the strangla

[Hook x2]

[Verse 3: Brotha Lynch Hung]
Watching a bitch scream, yeah, buddy, it wasn't as bloody as it seems
When it comes to killing I'm a motherfucking fiend
Catch me in the corner with your mother [?]
Bath salt nigga I pound the asphalt nigga
Wrap you up in duck tape, and put you in the bottom on the river
But this time I was sniffing cocaine, suicidal
12 gauge pointed at my head, Kurt Cobain
What you watching get him up, got him up
Shit you talking, shit him up, cut him up
I be having bad dreams and I want brains
I'm about to rape your daughter I'm insane
A midnight killer, like it's a fucking video game
And I need my own show, cause I be cooking the game up
I saute [?] wolfgang puck
I'm raping and fucking the beat, nigga, game fuck
Cutting this meat and Trizz is invited to eat

[Hook x2]

[Verse 4: Trizz]
I hope you got my plate ready cause it's time to eat
Clean all the blood off my face and it's time to sleep
Move quick with the swift I'm a fucking ghost
Treat bitches like my weed, get choked in smoke
Fuck my ecstasy cause I done been played twice
Now I'm trying to cut up them bitches using my steak knife
Take the [?] sauce pour it on her ass
Light a match, set it off, fire up the gas
Have my new bitch join us for dinner
Tell Lynch to call his girl, now we all up in her
Crip shit, grip shit nigga this the sickness for instance
I kill bitches for attention
My idea of fun is fucking dead bodies
The devil's inside me, this motherfuckers' hiding
Satan's taking over me, God what's gotten over me?
I hope my angels don't leave who else is going to roll with me?

[Hook x2]