MDK

[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 hidin' 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 sin And givin' bitches head drama, I'm way worse I scrape the skin off your back and make a human skin purse Cuttin' 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 tryin' to get my zone back Shakin' and twitchin', 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, rippin' 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 Goin' down fightin' 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 come to killing I'm a motherfucking fiend Catch me in the corner with ya mother sucking spleen Bath salt nigga, I pound the asphalt nigga Wrap you up in duck tape and put you in the bottom of the river But this time I was sniffin' cocaine Suicidal, 12 gauge pointed at my head Kurt Cobain What you watchin, get em up, got em up Shit you talkin, Shit em up, cut em up I be havin' bad dreams and I want brains And Im bout to rape your daughter I am insane A midnight killer, like it's a fucking video game And I need my own show cause I be cookin the game up Like saute, all they, crew Wolf Gang Puck Im rapin and fuckin the beat nigga gang fuck Cuttin this meat 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 of my face, now its time to sleep Move quick with the swift, Im a fuckin ghost Treat bitches like my weed get chocked and smoked Fuck my ex's, cause I done been played twice Now Im trying to cut up those bitches usin my steak knife Take the A-1 sauce and pour it on their ass Light a match, set it off,fire up the gas Have my new bitch join us for dinner Tell Lynch to call this girl now we all up in her Rip shit, grip shit, nigga this the siccness For instance I kill bitches for attention My idea of fun is fuckin dead bodies The devils inside me, this motherfucker's hidin Satan's takin over me, God whats gotten over me I hope my angels dont leave, who else is gunna roll with me? [Hook] (x2)