Therapy Session - Brotha Lynch Hung

Block call, Big NoLove, my nigga Sav Sicc, my nigga Bleezo

Let’s get it in, to a Phonk Beta beat, you know what I’m saying?

I spit the acetous, sick and hazardous flow

Schizophrenic for chips, so quick to flash on a hoe

Rip adamant 'til the Lynch’ll pass me the dro

'Cause when I get the hatchet I’m cuttin' shit in half at the door

A nuisance to the game

Bitch, I’m nefarious, etherious

Even my therapist swear I’m a terrorist

Various niggas snitchin', tryna be a good Samaritan

'Til I leave 'em sleeping with the fishes: Aquarius

Ain’t no easy comparison

I’m a spitter who’s able to spit it exquisite

Givin' niggas the business within this shit

I’m so fuckin ridiculous with this game y’all

Mouthpiece cause massacres, call me chainsaw

Know some niggas that mop shit over 8 balls

Sick and vicious, niggas can’t see me 'cause of they Ray Charles

Yeah, hit the block with the napalm

With the Coathanga Strangla eatin' niggas' brains raw

Yeah, Spydie’s back

And he’s creeping around town like a Siamese cat

I’ma fry these rats

Me NoLove, Bleez and I need Sav (and Skitso)

I got flame mane, throw up the deuce when I gangbang

Rippin' his guts, sippin' a cup of blood up

'Bout to get in the cut, fucking a nigga nut up

Nigga, I’m serious, fast and furious

Eddy Murph' delirious

Sick in the brain

Spittin' the dangerous flow

Pullin' it out and I aim at his throat, oh

I get pie, apple pie, Chevrolet, sever they

Human anatomy, assault and battery had to be every day

I’m sick, need medicine, Excedrin

I’m ahead of them, I’m a dead man walkin' and it’s evident

Gettin' bread like I’m takin' out the President

It is what I said it is, I’ma be rippin' a nigga up in a head again

Better men the veteran is giving out the medicine and ever since amphetamine

My sentiments exactly, to the backseat with the black heat

Hit 'im in the head then I’m like a track meat 'til a nigga get back, sleep

Exactly, pull a nigga cap to the backseat, get that deep then it’s that eat

I’ma eat people, lethal and he know, a heatseeker

He’s ether, please, give me the guns and them keys

I said give me the guns and them keys

Ey, all my niggas crippin' and gang bang

So if a nigga trippin' then we makin' your brains hang

My niggas never switch and we gon' stick to the same thing

With this bundle of yola that I’m flippin to maintain

And I’m infamous, niggas’ll they get their liver split

I’m militant, I’ve been a Crip, you niggas sound illiterate

Nigga I keep it one hundred like my cigarettes

Articulate, come get a whiff of this nigga, I’m venomous

I get high like a satellite

Niggas know I spit fire, dragon fire

MC’s know I got an appetite

(Dark chest niggas fold when I grab the mic)

Nigga

And I’m sick like venereal

Carry your body to give it a proper burial

Hysteria, I’m spittin' malaria through your stereo

Spit the uzi and ooh wee like my nigga montario

Bitch, I chew beats like full piranhas

Bud Light in my hand, provoking drama

The hoe don’t put the dough in my hand I’ma open-palm her

Super fly, I turn the brokest mama to Pocahontas

I roast any opponent that flows upon us

Will hop out of that focus, unloading llamas

Gun fight like it’s the coke from contra

But I keep a chrome katana

'Cause when I’ve been smoking ganja I’m flippin them hoes Blanka

We got that mass pass connect

If niggas try to smoke me I got that gas mask effect

My gat’ll blast caps the rent, so if I smash past your symbol

It’s a flash for no reason, you sweat my scrap past the rent

Ain’t no reason at all, the things were involved

The things when they fall

This nigga wouldn’t even swing at a broad

Get seen in a mall, catch you while he leavin' the stall

Right hook, left jab, back hand, Steven Seagal

Chop, chop, to the head, leavin' him red

Red, dead bodies in the bed, cleaver in hand

I’m the kind to fryumup, with Sionel my nuts

I’m nuts, I’m Russian, I’m your highness

I’m the finest minus, yeah I got it covered like Linus

I’m his thymus, I’m his primus, guns are shining

I’m in the lead and I’m bleeding

I prime guts I got sinus problems it’s the

Spit like cocaine snorting MDMA, GBC in it

Eatin' human beings like seasoning

Coathanga Strangla: believe in him

You can get cooked with the beavers creep

We even, we even-steven

I’m leavin', No Love bringing me cleaverwhich

Off top on my block niggas sick in the brain

I spit toxic and got ridiculous aim

My whole clique got ridiculous fame, spit syphilis flame

Keep a bitch with ridiculous brain

Cut him into pieces when the trigger releases, my niggas in pieces

I’m squeezin' if you give me a reason

I’m like lieutenant Dan

Give these niggas the business

I cock back, blow your brain all over your tenants

In it to win it, I fight 'til the finish

And have a bitch lick my balls while I’m eating my spinach

Everytime I turn my back somebody biting me in it

I pull her ovaries out and fucking finally end it

Raised up in the gaze like nigga less

Now I’m out, got some niggas on my hit list

Sick shit, 666 shit, this shit I spit, my flip look ridiculous, yeah

And when I’m out in your place

Cock back, pop that and put one in your face

Never catch me slippin' without out one in the waist

One under the pillow case and I keep one in the safe, nigga