Sweeney Todd

[Intro: Lauren Brinson] The demon barber Sweeney Todd is the English boogieman, the character Older children call upon to frighten their friends and younger children Unruly youngsters are cautioned against misbehaving with threats Of being attacked by Sweeney, and served up in a meat pie [Brotha Lynch Hung] *Inhaling and coughing* Y'all better be high when y'all hear this This shit is a little different.. *Couching and exhaling* (Bring the bass) [Verse 1] Okay, let me spit this scripture After I kill a nigga I pull out the phone and take a quick picture Niggas call me Sweeney Todd cause I cut 'em up and make Philly steaks Bend the bones and they really break, then refrigerate, I'm a sixer I saw some shit when I was six and it got my head fucked up Told my mama homegirl played with my dick (I'm serious, son) And it felt sick, then about six minutes later it got thick Then I been nuttin' on they faces ever since I think I'm missin' the brain I be sewin' up skin suits and hangin' 'em up in the closet The rest, I throw that bitch in the bay I really should keep takin' my Prozac Cause I'll make your door wet in a throwback jersey, Tony Dorsett Baby's mamas suckin' they kid's dick is what I witness I slit that bitch in the wrist when I seen that shit, God is your witness I watched her bleed all over the couch, then the bitch start screamin' So I put the duct tape all over her mouth, after death, start eatin' Shit, I'm a motherfuckin' barber With a straight razor and I'm the reason they keep findin' things in the harbor I brag about it, wrote letters to the police, I don't give a fuck I put that nine millimeter to your head before they lock me up I know, you lookin' for them tight rhymes in the night time I shine and I spit harder than a pipeline when I write mine So I ain't worried about your light lines, nigga I just want your lifeline, for some reason your rap sound just like mine [Verse 2] Okay, let me spit this scripture Niggas want me to fall and you can see it like a picture I throw it like a pitcher, you can catch it like a back catcher Hit you up in the helmet, the ref won't like it, that's suspected Strip 'em butt-naked, eat it for breakfast, bitch, I cut them sections up You don't believe it, but they up in the freezer, they all sectioned up I like meat, I just started eatin' vegetables Hit 'em with the AK-47, now he's a vegetable See, ready, set, go, behead 'em, family, let go I'm about to let Tech know, then we 'bout to wet cess, oh! Then I'm 'bout to have sex, oh! Then I'm 'bout to slit necks, no! Then I'm 'bout to get wet I'm a hostile and it's possible that I cut you up so much That it ain't no need for the hospital Math couldn't even make you logical You tryin' to fuck with me, that's who, that's why your whole roster broke So many can take this rum, I better watch my back These niggas'll pop at me, but nigga, I'll pop right back [Outro] Strange Music, in the house (*Inhaling and coughing*) Smokin' weed, all day Get ready, fully loaded Your boy Spiderman Seven on the motherfuckin' beat And of course, Rob Rebeck, you nah'mean? Shout outs to Tech N9ne, Kutt Calhoun, Krizz Kaliko, Stevie Stone Cali Bear Gang, Tall Cann G, COS Special shout out to my nigga Mellow Yellow And my nigga Hopsin for gettin' on the tracks with me G-Macc, Trizz, ¡Mayday!, Irv Da Phenom, my nigga G-Smooth You nah'mean? Hold up (*Inhaling and coughing*) Chaplin Studios Thank you for havin' me back You nah'mean? It's your boy, aka Spiderman, in the motherfuckin' house And I'm out.. and I'm out And I'm out