Mannibalector

[Verse 1: Brotha Lynch Hung] Now that I know it's time to eat I can feel it in my gut and I'm 'bout to run up And put a gun up in 'em, cut up in 'em Autocratic, automatic reaper I will leave 'em bleedin' in the street with the heater Diabolical, after I follow you I eat your meat up Why he's hollow, I swallow a bottle as I eat the anatomy Amityville, Mannibal can and he will Man I'm an animal, when I'm heatin' 'em up I'm lethal You don't want to be fuckin' with me, I eat dead people I'm that nigga that's keepin' body parts in the freezer Shit, fuck her and leave her I'd rather put her up until I'm hungry then I eat her The doctors, the coroners, the cops they'll never see her I eat that bitch up quicker than a crocodile, believe it Now I wish a nigga would, that's what emcees get These motherfuckers is bitches, I hit 'em in the cleavage [Hook: Brotha Lynch Hung] Yeah, I'm Mannibalector She's standing there naked, I'm 'bout to get naked She's tied to the bedpost, I like to give head most She likes to give head best, blood on the headrest Strange Music, bitch, you can tell by the necklace I carry me a chainsaw but this ain't the Texas Chainsaw Massacre, nigga, worse than the Manson Murders, I turn 'em to hamburger meat [Verse 2: Brotha Lynch Hung] I put 'em in the trunk of the droptop I don't wanna get blood on my Pioneer boxtop Operation make pasta Makin' it, test the spaghetti noodles, I'm a coo-coo And a local in the ? with a cleaver in the dresser Butcher knife and machete, I do you in the poop chute Poke 'em and I undress 'em and leave 'em in the recipe I told you I was an atheist, eatin' 'em with lettuce and meat Puttin' niggas in a wok pot, takin' niggas to the chop shop Niggas is as soft as a box of cotton Niggas be off that oxycotton Probably rotten 'em, body rotten Obviously potty tottened Probably not in danger yet, internet cable Watchin' ID channel cause I'm able And cocaine in cellophane wrapped up under the table Ready to murder rappers, cut 'em and clap 'em, reppin' the label Blue house in the stable, mini Macs on the table Tornado, NATO, egos get ladeled and they know [Hook] [Verse 3: Brotha Lynch Hung] Fresh out the motherfuckin' county jail Pillows with no feathers and the county smell Black sweat t-shirt, brown as hell If a nigga try to fuck with me I crown his head He don't wanna get bloody does he? I'mma have to get muddy, buddy Hit 'em with the chainsaw, Cuddy Leavin' his brains raw, dummy I'm gonna have to get silly putty I'm gonna have to hit 'till he's ugly I'm gonna have to get really ugly Killing Cuddy, killing Cuddy Mr. McGillicuddy, he's the high school teacher Used to take the bitch to the closet to teach her Until he took my daughter to the closet to teach her Now I'm usin' his head as my album's main feature Serial killers kill a nigga, I'm timin', I'm the creature From the black side of town now I'm about to eat ? Cut her up and I eat her, crack domes like Easter Easter egg, leave me, eat her [Hook] [Outro] This right here, this is traditional brass knuckles Easily penetrate any vital organs Uh, this right here, I know you lose this a lot Sick-ass brain works, so YouknowwhatI'msayin' Grrr Hey, man, give me some bigger pants or somethin' Some bigger pants