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    Текст песни Brotha Lynch Hung - 1 Die 1

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    Слова песни:
    (chorus) x2
    DIE!!!, I choose before you
    one by one we will pick you
    you will DIE!!!
    (fuck it....psychological)

    verse one:
    siccmade music comin up out yo seat
    catch the reeper night crawler creeper
    dig a ditch get a bitch nigga dig a ditch deeper
    I'ma take yo head with this street sweeper
    leave yo brains on yo speaker
    smash off in yo jeep
    do the bitches I'ma get real hostle
    get the signal model in stroddle
    smash down on the throddle
    more scratch than lucky luciano
    serve more mutha fuckas than gronnup
    creep up on ya like dunnup
    send on to ya forehead and then like they said I fled
    cause I'm the type of nigga that'll leave a horse head in ya bed
    take ya wife rape her no caper
    tie the bitch to the bed
    don't push me cause I'm close to the edge
    real lunatic and sicc-fed
    and thats some sentimental shit
    I just might drip cream from my dick
    when I'm off that
    Smirnoff Gin mix with O.E. I'm hard and wet
    O.E. kept tellin' me no
    but this Smirnoff Gin kept tellin' me YES
    mess maker raper
    all about my paper
    throw yo hands over yo eyes
    as yo thoughts intensify yo will (DIE!!!)

    (chorus) x2

    (deep voice)
    greetings..have a seat
    let me be the first to actually greet you to the basement
    we've heard you've been busy
    AHAHA we've heard you've been busy
    we've learn from above that you've been
    doin' a little bit of this
    doin' a little bit of that
    stealing peoples scratch
    stabbin' in the back
    we don't think its FAIR !
    when we found you you were nothing
    now you are our nothing
    is there room for unrest
    die.... YOU WILL !!!

    (chorus)
    I promise

    verse two:
    I'm Wes Craven on paper
    so plug yo pussy clips
    cause I get sicker than a sifilous dick
    and yo mama won't like my shit nigga
    admit if you was sittin up in yo room hi
    loaded up in yo tape deck ready to write yo tape next
    me I do hot sex
    razor blade and alcohol swarzanigga ceremonial ripsneck
    then I write my shit next
    so feel yo insides and yo intestins when you mix me wit
    the wisky tell'em situation risky wit a nailgun through
    yo eye you will
    I got this endo suckin me dry
    I got this slut bitch suckin me dry
    bout to wet the bed up
    it was the perfect setup
    bloody sheets (bloody sheets)
    no body (no body)
    no murder weapon
    I got this endo suckin me dry
    I got this slut bitch suckin me dry
    it was the perfect setup
    bout to wet the bed up
    bloody sheets
    no body (no body)
    no murder weapon

    (chorus) x4
    thats why we die x8

    thats my name don't wear it out
    you don't know about my whereabouts
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