LRC歌词
[Intro: Lauren Brinson]
[04:43.00]The demon barber Sweeney Todd is the English boogieman, the character
[04:43.00]Older children call upon to frighten their friends and younger children
[04:43.00]Unruly youngsters are cautioned against misbehaving with threats
[04:43.00]Of being attacked by Sweeney, and served up in a meat pie
[Brotha Lynch Hung]
[04:43.00](*Inhaling and coughing*)
[04:43.00]Y'all better be high when y'all hear this
[04:43.00]This sh*t is a little different..
[04:43.00](*Couching and exhaling*)
[04:43.00]Okay, let me spit this scripture
[04:43.00]After I kill a ni**a I pull out the phone and take a quick picture
[04:43.00]Niggas call me Sweeney Todd cause I cut 'em up and make Philly steaks
[04:43.00]Bend the bones and they really break, then refrigerate, I'm a sixer
[04:43.00]I saw some sh*t when I was six and it got my head f**ked up
[04:43.00]Told my mama homegirl played with my dick (I'm serious, son)
[04:43.00]And it felt sick, then about six minutes later it got thick
[04:43.00]Then I been nuttin' on they faces ever since
[04:43.00]I think I'm missin' the brain
[04:43.00]I be sewin' up skin suits and hangin' 'em up in the closet
[04:43.00]The rest, I throw that b**ch in the bay
[04:43.00]I really should keep takin' my Prozac
[04:43.00]Cause I'll make your door wet in a throwback jersey, Tony Dorsett
[04:43.00]Baby's mamas suckin' they kid's dick is what I witness
[04:43.00]I slit that b**ch in the wrist when I seen that sh*t, God is your witness
[04:43.00]I watched her bleed all over the couch, then the b**ch start screamin'
[04:43.00]So I put the duct tape all over her mouth, after death, start eatin'
[04:43.00]Sh*t, I'm a motherf**kin' barber
[04:43.00]With a straight razor and I'm the reason they keep findin' things in the harbor
[04:43.00]I brag about it, wrote letters to the police, I don't give a f**k
[04:43.00]I put that nine millimeter to your head before they lock me up
[04:43.00]I know, you lookin' for them tight rhymes in the night time
[04:43.00]I shine and I spit harder than a pipeline when I write mine
[04:43.00]So I ain't worried about your light lines, ni**a
[04:43.00]I just want your lifeline, for some reason your rap sound just like mine
[04:43.00]Okay, let me spit this scripture
[04:43.00]Niggas want me to fall and you can see it like a picture
[04:43.00]I throw it like a pitcher, you can catch it like a back catcher
[04:43.00]Hit you up in the helmet, the ref won't like it, that's suspected
[04:43.00]Strip 'em butt-naked, eat it for breakfast, b**ch, I cut them sections up
[04:43.00]You don't believe it, but they up in the freezer, they all sectioned up
[04:43.00]I like meat, I just started eatin' vegetables
[04:43.00]Hit 'em with the AK-47, now he's a vegetable
[04:43.00]See, ready, set, go, behead 'em, family, let go
[04:43.00]I'm about to let Tech know, then we 'bout to wet cess, oh!
[04:43.00]Then I'm 'bout to have sex, oh! Then I'm 'bout to slit necks, no!
[04:43.00]Then I'm 'bout to get wet
[04:43.00]I'm a hostile and it's possible that I cut you up so much
[04:43.00]That it ain't no need for the hospital
[04:43.00]Math couldn't even make you logical
[04:43.00]You tryin' to f**k with me, that's who, that's why your whole roster broke
[04:43.00]So many can take this rum, I better watch my back
[04:43.00]These niggas'll pop at me, but ni**a, I'll pop right back
[Outro]
[04:43.00]Strange Music, in the house
[04:43.00](*Inhaling and coughing*)
[04:43.00]Smokin' w**d, all day
[04:43.00]Get ready, fully loaded
[04:43.00]Your boy Spiderman
[04:43.00]Seven on the motherf**kin' beat
[04:43.00]And of course, Rob Rebeck, you nah'mean?
[04:43.00]Shout outs to Tech N9ne, Kutt Calhoun, Krizz Kaliko, Stevie Stone
[04:43.00]Cali Bear Gang, Tall Cann G, COS
[04:43.00]Special shout out to my ni**a Mellow Yellow
[04:43.00]And my ni**a Hopsin for gettin' on the tracks with me
[04:43.00]G-Macc, Trizz, 隆Mayday!, Irv Da Phenom, my ni**a G-Smooth
[04:43.00]You nah'mean? Hold up
[04:43.00](*Inhaling and coughing*)
[04:43.00]Chaplin Studios
[04:43.00]Thank you for havin' me back
[04:43.00]You nah'mean?
[04:43.00]It's your boy, aka Spiderman, in the motherf**kin' house
[04:43.00]And I'm out.. and I'm out
[04:43.00]And I'm outAnnotate
文本歌词
The demon barber Sweeney Todd is the English boogieman, the character
Older children call upon to frighten their friends and younger children
Unruly youngsters are cautioned against misbehaving with threats
Of being attacked by Sweeney, and served up in a meat pie
(*Inhaling and coughing*)
Y'all better be high when y'all hear this
This sh*t is a little different..
(*Couching and exhaling*)
Okay, let me spit this scripture
After I kill a ni**a I pull out the phone and take a quick picture
Niggas call me Sweeney Todd cause I cut 'em up and make Philly steaks
Bend the bones and they really break, then refrigerate, I'm a sixer
I saw some sh*t when I was six and it got my head f**ked up
Told my mama homegirl played with my dick (I'm serious, son)
And it felt sick, then about six minutes later it got thick
Then I been nuttin' on they faces ever since
I think I'm missin' the brain
I be sewin' up skin suits and hangin' 'em up in the closet
The rest, I throw that b**ch in the bay
I really should keep takin' my Prozac
Cause I'll make your door wet in a throwback jersey, Tony Dorsett
Baby's mamas suckin' they kid's dick is what I witness
I slit that b**ch in the wrist when I seen that sh*t, God is your witness
I watched her bleed all over the couch, then the b**ch start screamin'
So I put the duct tape all over her mouth, after death, start eatin'
Sh*t, I'm a motherf**kin' barber
With a straight razor and I'm the reason they keep findin' things in the harbor
I brag about it, wrote letters to the police, I don't give a f**k
I put that nine millimeter to your head before they lock me up
I know, you lookin' for them tight rhymes in the night time
I shine and I spit harder than a pipeline when I write mine
So I ain't worried about your light lines, ni**a
I just want your lifeline, for some reason your rap 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 back catcher
Hit you up in the helmet, the ref won't like it, that's suspected
Strip 'em butt-naked, eat it for breakfast, b**ch, I cut them sections up
You don't believe it, but they up in the freezer, they all sectioned up
I like meat, I just started eatin' vegetables
Hit 'em with the AK-47, now he's a vegetable
See, ready, set, go, behead 'em, family, let go
I'm about to let Tech know, then we 'bout to wet cess, oh!
Then I'm 'bout to have sex, oh! Then I'm 'bout to slit necks, no!
Then I'm 'bout to get wet
I'm a hostile and it's possible that I cut you up so much
That it ain't no need for the hospital
Math couldn't even make you logical
You tryin' to f**k with me, that's who, that's why your whole roster broke
So many can take this rum, I better watch my back
These niggas'll pop at me, but ni**a, I'll pop right back
Strange Music, in the house
(*Inhaling and coughing*)
Smokin' w**d, all day
Get ready, fully loaded
Your boy Spiderman
Seven on the motherf**kin' beat
And of course, Rob Rebeck, you nah'mean?
Shout outs to Tech N9ne, Kutt Calhoun, Krizz Kaliko, Stevie Stone
Cali Bear Gang, Tall Cann G, COS
Special shout out to my ni**a Mellow Yellow
And my ni**a Hopsin for gettin' on the tracks with me
G-Macc, Trizz, 隆Mayday!, Irv Da Phenom, my ni**a G-Smooth
You nah'mean? Hold up
(*Inhaling and coughing*)
Chaplin Studios
Thank you for havin' me back
You nah'mean?
It's your boy, aka Spiderman, in the motherf**kin' house
And I'm out.. and I'm out
And I'm outAnnotate