Spit It Out

[Hook: Brotha Lynch Hung & COS] If anything tastes funny, spit it out Don't trust it, don't eat it! Somebody's trying to poison me Somebody's trying to get in my life Motherfucker make them eat it (All blood, all over the wall) [Verse 1: Brotha Lynch Hung] If anything tastes funny spit it out Writer's block in the studio But I'mma get it out It was time to just do my though but won't follow directions Cup of liquor at the intersection now I'm clenching on my weapon Contemplating suicide thinking about little Kevin Thinking about my girlfriend Thinking about my situation Thinking about will my world end tragically So many people mad at me I make them go away magically But I just..... Put it behind me until they find me This is perfect timing This is hurtful rhyming This is put you in the bushes if you try and try me This is what you wanted so I'm going out for the fried meat And when I die please burn me up and smoke me Sorry I can't believe the fucking lies that you told me Cause loyalty is loyalty but you don't know about that Right after this COS rap I'm coming right back [Hook] [Verse 2: COS] If anything tastes funny spit it out Can you taste it? Can you smell it in the air? Smells like bodies in the basement Come take a walk with me down a road so sacred Dead man walking scars underneath the bracelet No leaves on the trees dusty roads, no pavement No sun No shine Just a lot of raining One gun, one mind Who am I to save it? I'd rather pop the clip and blaze it Bloody stage shit Every room vacant in the house and I'm shaking I'm colder than the glacier Even where my heart breaking Everything aching can't repair myself Every mirror in here broken like I can't stare at myself I see clear through the smoke cause I got air in myself But every time they give me rope they think I tear at myself Like I'm the plane crashing into the building Like I'm the death Like I'm the train coming off of the tracks Guess I'm a wreck [Hook] [Verse 3: Brotha Lynch Hung] If anything tastes funny spit it out Throw it up, sew it up, right out the 50 throw it up, right out the kidneys toe it up Trying to get with me it's tough like trying to eat Old meat Left out All night Aw me Oh my Now I'm going through the pain and I'm the blame, they think the money and fame equals insane It's a strange game Looking at my strange chain Thinking I'm about to change mane I'mma let it stay the same I'm online when I play the game On time nah maybe not On grind nigga I'm probably the hottest I'm a problem, I got problems, I can't solve all of them, hitting me at the same time That's why it seems like I'm hitting you with the same rhyme game time Niggas ain't in my lane I'm Hard to get along with sometimes That's hard life Compare it to the hard right I put it on the black top Cause it's going to be a hard fight And it's going to be a long night And it's nothing to bitch about (it's nothing to bitch about) [Hook]