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Sit In That Corner Bitch!

Brotha Lynch Hung

Dinner and a Movie

30

Rap,Strange Music

Tekst piosenki
No Sit in that fuckin' corner bitch (No just sit in that fuckin' corner and shut the fuck up Bitch) Should've kept you off the internet Just sit in that fuckin' corner bitch Shut the fuck up [Verse 1:] Razorblade to nipples, baby breastfeed me I just saw your face on the TV (look at that) and they already think you're laying six feet deep Took a nap, now they on the news talking 'bout how they want the nigga back I gave her back to 'em, but not before I took a bat, bashed her in the head Bathed in it, played in it and smashed in the shev back to the hideout Shit, I took a machete and dug her fucking eyes out Now I'm on the internet, motherfucker why not? MySpace is my place; pick her up and tie knots Got her on the bed playing dead, fuck it then I took her to the bathtub And made her bloody red, no matter what he said Nigga he's the ripper, I saw him slice a nigga's dick up And cut a nigga's bitch up, put her in the trash bag and that's that He's on Facebook, she's in the space look [Hook:] Sit in that fucking corner bitch! (My motherfucking razorblade) (Hey, I'm telling you bitch, you better take me serious) Sit in that corner bitch! (Remember when you got that computer for Christmas?) (Yeah that's why you're here) Sit in that fucking corner bitch [Shouldve told em you wanted some Christian louboutin] Sit in that corner bitch (Now I'm about to cut you, and eat you and heat you and beat you bitch) [Verse 2:] She asked me for a cigarette, here you go bitch back First pull out your titties and I promise I can get you wet After I slit your neck, I keep 'em brainwashed, cut open the score Cold while they get their brains washed I'm in the kitchen with a Ithica ripping your bitches spliffining And bitchin to get you to split the guts Outta my mouth, I'm a get that outta my house By cooking it and eating it and shitting it out I can do mc, he won't find shit all in the couch Shit in the bathroom and shit in the mouth And razorblades and alcohol, shit in the pouch Like 50 bitches on periods, I'm serious now It's about to take 3 hours like hand paws Trust me I'm tryna eat all them kids and the damn dog I don't want ransom I'm sicker than Charles Manson, Ansem Like Chuckie I'm cutting your butt cheeks [Hook:] Sit in that fucking corner bitch! (Yes, it's just about an hour left before dinner, you wanna watch a movie?) Sit in that corner bitch! (Instead of popcorn, I got popcorn alligator, you want some?) Sit in that fucking corner bitch! (Okay, well uhm, I gotta piss, so um, you need something to drink?) Sit in that corner bitch! (I also got diarrhea too, so uh, you want a milkshake?) [Outro: Charles Manson] "Maybe I should have killed 4-500 people, then I would have felt better, then I would have felt like I really offered society something."
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