| Song | I Plotted (My Next Murder) |
| Artist | Brotha Lynch Hung |
| Album | Dinner & A Movie |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [Intro:] I seperated myself from most homies | |
| Cause my enemies started out to be close homies. | |
| Hehehehehe | |
| Yeah! Dinner and a | |
| Movie! Go buy my album (that's a fact)! | |
| Brotha Lynch | |
| Hung! [Verse 1] | |
| Yeah I was sitting in a room with a pistol, schizo | |
| Fist full of bullets and my grip stoked, | |
| I'm mad They say my music ain't | |
| Strange enough | |
| So I signed at the dotted line with strangest stuff | |
| Now I'm back (I'm back), | |
| I'm bad like | |
| LL and ladies love me | |
| But **** 'em | |
| I make they bodies smell, | |
| I got a psycho bitch | |
| She'll cut you well | |
| Leave her in a trashcan, you better get my mail | |
| I'm so serious, believe it | |
| I'm furious from ****in' them bitches | |
| While they on their periods, | |
| I'm seasick | |
| See, here's my brand new meat dish intestins and bell peppers and onions an salt my delicates, ya see trick, | |
| I want you to want me | |
| Then I turn around and put ya head in my humvee [Chorus] | |
| I plotted my next murder in the bedroom | |
| Gripping on a pistol | |
| Way too potent n' like sisco | |
| Overdose You ain't getting up in the morning hit you over dinner and a movie | |
| I'm schizo | |
| I plotted my next murder in the bedroom | |
| Gripping on a pistol | |
| Way too potent n' like sisco | |
| Overdose You ain't waking up in the morning hit you over dinner and a movie | |
| I'm schizo [Verse 2] | |
| Somebody roll another mother****in' blunt | |
| Other mother****ers want | |
| My siccness spit | |
| Put it up in ya mother cunt | |
| Put it up in ya daughter's butt | |
| And just when that's happening | |
| My psycho bitch is running up and she gone put a cap in em | |
| Slashin' em, cut em half and butt it in that ass | |
| And after the fact | |
| I'ma keep coming with psycho shit | |
| Murdering others like michael pitt | |
| Matter of fact, liposuction | |
| Gutt em up, cutt em up | |
| My face is in the paper all it said was “what a nut†ya buttercup | |
| You can't even get with me did | |
| I stutter, what? | |
| Mother****er, somebody shut him up | |
| Before I plug him up, gun em up, when is enough? | |
| Nigga, nuts and hamburger | |
| It's just another damn murder. [Chorus] | |
| I plotted my next murder in the bedroom | |
| Gripping on a pistol | |
| Way too potent n' like sisco | |
| Overdose You ain't getting up in the morning hit you over dinner and a movie | |
| I'm schizo | |
| I plotted my next murder in the bedroom | |
| Gripping on a pistol | |
| Way too potent n' like sisco | |
| Overdose You ain't waking up in the morning hitt you over dinner and a movie | |
| I'm schizo |
| Intro: I seperated myself from most homies | |
| Cause my enemies started out to be close homies. | |
| Hehehehehe | |
| Yeah! Dinner and a | |
| Movie! Go buy my album that' s a fact! | |
| Brotha Lynch | |
| Hung! Verse 1 | |
| Yeah I was sitting in a room with a pistol, schizo | |
| Fist full of bullets and my grip stoked, | |
| I' m mad They say my music ain' t | |
| Strange enough | |
| So I signed at the dotted line with strangest stuff | |
| Now I' m back I' m back, | |
| I' m bad like | |
| LL and ladies love me | |
| But ' em | |
| I make they bodies smell, | |
| I got a psycho bitch | |
| She' ll cut you well | |
| Leave her in a trashcan, you better get my mail | |
| I' m so serious, believe it | |
| I' m furious from in' them bitches | |
| While they on their periods, | |
| I' m seasick | |
| See, here' s my brand new meat dish intestins and bell peppers and onions an salt my delicates, ya see trick, | |
| I want you to want me | |
| Then I turn around and put ya head in my humvee Chorus | |
| I plotted my next murder in the bedroom | |
| Gripping on a pistol | |
| Way too potent n' like sisco | |
| Overdose You ain' t getting up in the morning hit you over dinner and a movie | |
| I' m schizo | |
| I plotted my next murder in the bedroom | |
| Gripping on a pistol | |
| Way too potent n' like sisco | |
| Overdose You ain' t waking up in the morning hit you over dinner and a movie | |
| I' m schizo Verse 2 | |
| Somebody roll another mother in' blunt | |
| Other mother ers want | |
| My siccness spit | |
| Put it up in ya mother cunt | |
| Put it up in ya daughter' s butt | |
| And just when that' s happening | |
| My psycho bitch is running up and she gone put a cap in em | |
| Slashin' em, cut em half and butt it in that ass | |
| And after the fact | |
| I' ma keep coming with psycho shit | |
| Murdering others like michael pitt | |
| Matter of fact, liposuction | |
| Gutt em up, cutt em up | |
| My face is in the paper all it said was what a nut ya buttercup | |
| You can' t even get with me did | |
| I stutter, what? | |
| Mother er, somebody shut him up | |
| Before I plug him up, gun em up, when is enough? | |
| Nigga, nuts and hamburger | |
| It' s just another damn murder. Chorus | |
| I plotted my next murder in the bedroom | |
| Gripping on a pistol | |
| Way too potent n' like sisco | |
| Overdose You ain' t getting up in the morning hit you over dinner and a movie | |
| I' m schizo | |
| I plotted my next murder in the bedroom | |
| Gripping on a pistol | |
| Way too potent n' like sisco | |
| Overdose You ain' t waking up in the morning hitt you over dinner and a movie | |
| I' m schizo |
| Intro: I seperated myself from most homies | |
| Cause my enemies started out to be close homies. | |
| Hehehehehe | |
| Yeah! Dinner and a | |
| Movie! Go buy my album that' s a fact! | |
| Brotha Lynch | |
| Hung! Verse 1 | |
| Yeah I was sitting in a room with a pistol, schizo | |
| Fist full of bullets and my grip stoked, | |
| I' m mad They say my music ain' t | |
| Strange enough | |
| So I signed at the dotted line with strangest stuff | |
| Now I' m back I' m back, | |
| I' m bad like | |
| LL and ladies love me | |
| But ' em | |
| I make they bodies smell, | |
| I got a psycho bitch | |
| She' ll cut you well | |
| Leave her in a trashcan, you better get my mail | |
| I' m so serious, believe it | |
| I' m furious from in' them bitches | |
| While they on their periods, | |
| I' m seasick | |
| See, here' s my brand new meat dish intestins and bell peppers and onions an salt my delicates, ya see trick, | |
| I want you to want me | |
| Then I turn around and put ya head in my humvee Chorus | |
| I plotted my next murder in the bedroom | |
| Gripping on a pistol | |
| Way too potent n' like sisco | |
| Overdose You ain' t getting up in the morning hit you over dinner and a movie | |
| I' m schizo | |
| I plotted my next murder in the bedroom | |
| Gripping on a pistol | |
| Way too potent n' like sisco | |
| Overdose You ain' t waking up in the morning hit you over dinner and a movie | |
| I' m schizo Verse 2 | |
| Somebody roll another mother in' blunt | |
| Other mother ers want | |
| My siccness spit | |
| Put it up in ya mother cunt | |
| Put it up in ya daughter' s butt | |
| And just when that' s happening | |
| My psycho bitch is running up and she gone put a cap in em | |
| Slashin' em, cut em half and butt it in that ass | |
| And after the fact | |
| I' ma keep coming with psycho shit | |
| Murdering others like michael pitt | |
| Matter of fact, liposuction | |
| Gutt em up, cutt em up | |
| My face is in the paper all it said was what a nut ya buttercup | |
| You can' t even get with me did | |
| I stutter, what? | |
| Mother er, somebody shut him up | |
| Before I plug him up, gun em up, when is enough? | |
| Nigga, nuts and hamburger | |
| It' s just another damn murder. Chorus | |
| I plotted my next murder in the bedroom | |
| Gripping on a pistol | |
| Way too potent n' like sisco | |
| Overdose You ain' t getting up in the morning hit you over dinner and a movie | |
| I' m schizo | |
| I plotted my next murder in the bedroom | |
| Gripping on a pistol | |
| Way too potent n' like sisco | |
| Overdose You ain' t waking up in the morning hitt you over dinner and a movie | |
| I' m schizo |