Testo Sweeney todd Brotha Lynch Hung

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*)

[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 sixerI 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 outAnnotate