Stabbed

[Intro: Brotha Lynch Hung] You know how people be sayin' that I, uhm Talk to dead bodies, uh, uh, everybody say that Are you dead? Nah, fuck it, you don't have to say nothin' Anyway, any-, you attack Tech for nothin' Hopsin go through that same shit Aight, we gon' handle this You want somethin' to eat? Aight, get you somethin' to eat Or you might be eaten! [Verse 1: Brotha Lynch Hung] Niggas in Sacramento don't want it with me Tuckin' a .50 cal, should get me now, I'm 5150 I bet a nigga won't try me, I like to fry 'em up Line 'em up, bring 'em in front of me, I'mma dye 'em up I put his nuts in a bag and send it to mommy And have her yellin', "What's in the bag?", I'm a tsunami Niggas attackin' my label get wrapped in a cable I'm back in the stable and I'm killin' 'em, crackin' an Eggo (Grrr!) Mad-ass, bad-ass, everybody be wantin' to have that, nah-that Givin' me somethin' to stab at, yeah-that I'mma be huntin' they ass back (Brrat-brrat!) I'mma be somethin' to deal with, real shit See the only way I eat is if I kill shit Me and Tech and Hopsin gon' pop 'em Put 'em right in the lake, "Hey, don't drop 'em" Told 'em not to fuck with us, nigga [Hook: Brotha Lynch Hung & Tech N9ne] (x2) Niggas' about to get stabbed (Grrr!) Niggas' about to get stabbed (Errrrrr!) Niggas' about to get stabbed (Grrr!) Niggas' about to get stabbed (Errrrrr!) [Verse 2: Tech N9ne] He said he wanted K.O.D. to come do this.. Ok People don't feel me, I think I'm really Michael Myers You think it's silly, not givin' a fuck until the psycho fires When I go higher, you said to me, "Why do you need a rifle, sire?" My pill is to kill a man, I'm illin', yeah, snipe your eye, I light your fire Leave us, now he's after Jesus-ah Happy Holidays, I'm f'ing Ebenezer-hah Oh, what a teaser, he was not a bleeder But you need to believe that I feed, I'm eager-hah, hah Yeah, I heard what he said He ain't able to spit another verse when he dead Burnt a nigga, serve him the curb then he bled With Bourbon, I swerve to put his whores into bed! (Cha!) Yeah (Cha!), you niggas gotta be kiddin' me, not even hittin' me 'Bout to get your bodily stiff and the ought to be kissin' me ass bad That'll be sad because the nigga's about to get stabbed, jab! Why do they persist, Lynch? When they know that we'll kill 'em all [Hook] (x2) [Verse 3: Hopsin] I was brought up as a man that loved to laugh Greetin' everybody with a handshake (Hello) Until I built a fan base, now I gotta deal with Groupie niggas I run into every damn day! (Rampage) I swear to God I hope I don't leave a niggas rib cracked How the fuck did they find out where I live at? Motherfuckers all up in my business every minute When I be chillin' with women they be comin' up tryin' to chitchat Get back! Oh, shit, what the fuck did I get into? No autographs, I'm tryin' to chill with my friends, dude Yeah, don't surround me, I can't move Can't you see I'm tryin' to get to my vehicle? Please let the man through! I ain't feelin' no sorry and I finna to go hit up my nigga Lynch I'mma borrow a knife and startle the lives of anybody buggin' me I don't know if I'mma kick 'em or cut 'em, man, it's hard to decide I'mma start to devise a method of deadly weapons No question about it, you run up then you gon' get affected Go step in the ring if you fools dare to You gon' second-guess on takin' a picture with me cause you too scared to (Aight, ey, hold up my, nigga, ey) What's up, man (You that nigga Hop, right?) Yeah (The white contacts and skating on a skateboard) Ey, I gotta go real quick (Can I get a picture with you, my-?) Nah, man, get outta my-, get the fuck out of my face, fool! [Hook] (x2)