Sweeney Todd - Brotha Lynch Hung

Okay let me spit this scripture

After I kill a nigga I pull out the phone and take a quick picture

Niggas calling me Sweeney Todd cuz I cut them up and make Philly Steaks

Been the bones then they really brake then refrigerate Imma

Grr I saw some shit when I was six and then got my head fucked up

Told my momma homegirl to play with my dick (I'm serious man)

And it felt sick then about six minutes later it got thick

And I have been nuttin on their faces ever since

I think I’m missing a brain I’ll be throwing up skin suits

And hanging em up in the closet and the rest I’ll throw that bitch in the bay

I really should keep taking my prozac

Cuz I’ll make your door wet in the throw back jersey turned

Babys momma suckin that big dick is what I witness

I slit that bitch in the wrist when I seen that shit God as your witness

I watched her bleed all over the couch then the bitch start screaming

So I put the duct tape all over her mouth after death start eating

Shit Imma mother fucking barber with a straight razor

I’m the reason they keep finding shit in the harbor

I brag about it wrote letter to the police I don’t give a fuck

I’ll put that nine-millimeter to your head before they lock me up

I know you looking for them tight rhymes in the night time

I shine and I spit harder then a pipe line when I write mine

So I ain’t worried about your light lines nigga I just went your life lines

For some reason your raps sound just like mine

Okay let me spit this scripture

Niggas want me to fall and you can see it like a picture

I throw it like a pitcher you can catch it like a bat catcher

Hit you in the helmet the ref wont like the (gas expected)

Strip em butt naked eat them for breakfast bitch I cut them sections up

You don’t believe they up in the freezer they all sectioned up

I like meat I just started eating vegetables

Hit em with the AK-47 now he’s ah vegetable

See ready set go behead him family let go

Imma bout to let Tech know getting him bout the wet sex oh

Then I’m about to have sex oh

Then I’m about to slit necks no

Then I’m about to get wet

I’m hostile and its possible

That I cut you up so much there ain’t even no need for the hospital

Math couldn’t even make you logical you trying to fuck with me

Thats who thats why your whole roster broke

So many can take this wrong I better watch my back

These niggas will pop at me but nigga I’ll pop right back

Strange music in the house.

Smoking weed all day get ready.

Fully loaded, your boi spidda man.

Seven on the mother fucking beat and of course Rob Rebeck.

Na what I mean shouts out to Tech N9NE, Kutt Calhoun, Krizz Kaliko,

Stevie Stone!