Look It's A Dead Body Lyrics
| Song | Look It's A Dead Body |
| Artist | Brotha Lynch Hung |
| Album | Coathanga Strangla |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Look! It's a body! | |
| That's what I do | |
| [Verse 1] | |
| Leaving grease is pieces | |
| My thesis, bitch give me something to eat with | |
| A brand new recipe anatomy deep dish | |
| Chk, chk, cha, anatomy deep dish | |
| I'm so tired of this shit, my life's like | |
| My life's like nigga I'm twisted, the nice guy | |
| Always getting stiffed it and if this shit don’t change | |
| I'ma get those brains and I'ma get those brains and brisk it | |
| And mix it, sick shit started the sickness | |
| Now bitches and niggas think I'm soft like biscuits | |
| But it gets hard like bitches nipples | |
| My shit goes hard room, feet in the toilet, won't flush | |
| Niggas think they ****ing with Lynch, nigga don’t hush | |
| Got a nigga's guts looking like wants crushing it | |
| If your house was a bitch nigga I’d run it up in your stuff | |
| Niggas think I'm nuts cause I kill and bust nuts | |
| I’ll be off the X not even knowing what’s what | |
| Rivals get cut up | |
| I can’t smoke so I'm murdering for fun | |
| And that shit’s ****ed up | |
| [Chorus] | |
| Look it’s a dead body over here | |
| Blood all over the place like motor steel | |
| Niggas ain’t ****ing with Lynch | |
| You know the deal | |
| I eat ‘em when I am done with ‘em, nigga | |
| That’s overkill | |
| [Verse 2] | |
| Leaving grease is pieces | |
| My thesis, bitch give me something to eat with | |
| A brand new recipe anatomy deep dish | |
| Chk, chk, cha, anatomy deep dish | |
| I might kill her for nothing while I'm nuttin | |
| After they dead I'm ****ing, aight | |
| Spit so nasty my teeth don’t look right | |
| ****ing dead bodies at night | |
| I'm just sick in the head, getting the bread | |
| MC's getting the blade instead of the lead | |
| This time I'm keeping the brains instead of the head | |
| This crime is hitting the news instead of the feds | |
| Y'all niggas bust like fags, got 'em in Ed | |
| Have your whole family looking outta the red | |
| Have the hoes panties drippin, I'm straight trippin | |
| Light blue sic ?????? but with the paint still dripping | |
| 24 street block throw it up daily | |
| Still having abortions nigga | |
| I don’t need babies | |
| And I don’t eat babies | |
| I'm sicker than the rabies | |
| Still hella mad cause I didn’t sign with Shady | |
| Records, but I'm strange now, snake and the bat | |
| Nigga, sickest independent on the map, nigga back nigga | |
| Gat it like that nigga | |
| Wanna see a dead body? This is where it’s at nigga | |
| [Chorus] | |
| Look it’s a dead body over here | |
| Blood all over the place like motor steel | |
| Niggas ain’t ****ing with Lynch | |
| You know the deal | |
| I eat ‘em when I am done with ‘em, nigga | |
| That’s overkill | |
| [Therapist] | |
| That's not what you told me | |
| I read in the paper the other day that you were eating people again | |
| Taking their skin and cooking them | |
| And then devouring them | |
| Then devouring them... | |
| [Verse 3] | |
| Leaving grease is pieces | |
| My thesis, give me something to eat with | |
| A brand new recipe anatomy deep dish | |
| Chk, chk, deep dish | |
| I know this is different, different | |
| A lot of people tell me I'm gifted, bitches! | |
| Tired of gettin' cheated, **** this shit | |
| Shit gets worse, I'ma rent me a hearse | |
| Leave a nigga's balls in his girlfriend's purse | |
| Bad news is you’ll never see where he lurks | |
| You don’t even hurks, waterfall dripping out the skirts | |
| When it comes to rapping I am Captain Kirk | |
| Higher that the spaceship | |
| So I wrote the album | |
| Niggas try to put me in the middle like Malcolm | |
| YouTube sick TV, you see the outcome | |
| Lock 'em with a machete and I won't leave 'em without one | |
| [Chorus] | |
| Look it’s a dead body over here | |
| Blood all over the place like motor steel | |
| Niggas ain’t ****ing with Lynch | |
| You know the deal | |
| I eat ‘em when I am done with ‘em, nigga | |
| That’s overkill |
| Look! It' s a body! | |
| That' s what I do | |
| Verse 1 | |
| Leaving grease is pieces | |
| My thesis, bitch give me something to eat with | |
| A brand new recipe anatomy deep dish | |
| Chk, chk, cha, anatomy deep dish | |
| I' m so tired of this shit, my life' s like | |
| My life' s like nigga I' m twisted, the nice guy | |
| Always getting stiffed it and if this shit don' t change | |
| I' ma get those brains and I' ma get those brains and brisk it | |
| And mix it, sick shit started the sickness | |
| Now bitches and niggas think I' m soft like biscuits | |
| But it gets hard like bitches nipples | |
| My shit goes hard room, feet in the toilet, won' t flush | |
| Niggas think they ing with Lynch, nigga don' t hush | |
| Got a nigga' s guts looking like wants crushing it | |
| If your house was a bitch nigga I' d run it up in your stuff | |
| Niggas think I' m nuts cause I kill and bust nuts | |
| I' ll be off the X not even knowing what' s what | |
| Rivals get cut up | |
| I can' t smoke so I' m murdering for fun | |
| And that shit' s ed up | |
| Chorus | |
| Look it' s a dead body over here | |
| Blood all over the place like motor steel | |
| Niggas ain' t ing with Lynch | |
| You know the deal | |
| I eat ' em when I am done with ' em, nigga | |
| That' s overkill | |
| Verse 2 | |
| Leaving grease is pieces | |
| My thesis, bitch give me something to eat with | |
| A brand new recipe anatomy deep dish | |
| Chk, chk, cha, anatomy deep dish | |
| I might kill her for nothing while I' m nuttin | |
| After they dead I' m ing, aight | |
| Spit so nasty my teeth don' t look right | |
| ing dead bodies at night | |
| I' m just sick in the head, getting the bread | |
| MC' s getting the blade instead of the lead | |
| This time I' m keeping the brains instead of the head | |
| This crime is hitting the news instead of the feds | |
| Y' all niggas bust like fags, got ' em in Ed | |
| Have your whole family looking outta the red | |
| Have the hoes panties drippin, I' m straight trippin | |
| Light blue sic nbsp?????? but with the paint still dripping | |
| 24 street block throw it up daily | |
| Still having abortions nigga | |
| I don' t need babies | |
| And I don' t eat babies | |
| I' m sicker than the rabies | |
| Still hella mad cause I didn' t sign with Shady | |
| Records, but I' m strange now, snake and the bat | |
| Nigga, sickest independent on the map, nigga back nigga | |
| Gat it like that nigga | |
| Wanna see a dead body? This is where it' s at nigga | |
| Chorus | |
| Look it' s a dead body over here | |
| Blood all over the place like motor steel | |
| Niggas ain' t ing with Lynch | |
| You know the deal | |
| I eat ' em when I am done with ' em, nigga | |
| That' s overkill | |
| Therapist | |
| That' s not what you told me | |
| I read in the paper the other day that you were eating people again | |
| Taking their skin and cooking them | |
| And then devouring them | |
| Then devouring them... | |
| Verse 3 | |
| Leaving grease is pieces | |
| My thesis, give me something to eat with | |
| A brand new recipe anatomy deep dish | |
| Chk, chk, deep dish | |
| I know this is different, different | |
| A lot of people tell me I' m gifted, bitches! | |
| Tired of gettin' cheated, this shit | |
| Shit gets worse, I' ma rent me a hearse | |
| Leave a nigga' s balls in his girlfriend' s purse | |
| Bad news is you' ll never see where he lurks | |
| You don' t even hurks, waterfall dripping out the skirts | |
| When it comes to rapping I am Captain Kirk | |
| Higher that the spaceship | |
| So I wrote the album | |
| Niggas try to put me in the middle like Malcolm | |
| YouTube sick TV, you see the outcome | |
| Lock ' em with a machete and I won' t leave ' em without one | |
| Chorus | |
| Look it' s a dead body over here | |
| Blood all over the place like motor steel | |
| Niggas ain' t ing with Lynch | |
| You know the deal | |
| I eat ' em when I am done with ' em, nigga | |
| That' s overkill |
| Look! It' s a body! | |
| That' s what I do | |
| Verse 1 | |
| Leaving grease is pieces | |
| My thesis, bitch give me something to eat with | |
| A brand new recipe anatomy deep dish | |
| Chk, chk, cha, anatomy deep dish | |
| I' m so tired of this shit, my life' s like | |
| My life' s like nigga I' m twisted, the nice guy | |
| Always getting stiffed it and if this shit don' t change | |
| I' ma get those brains and I' ma get those brains and brisk it | |
| And mix it, sick shit started the sickness | |
| Now bitches and niggas think I' m soft like biscuits | |
| But it gets hard like bitches nipples | |
| My shit goes hard room, feet in the toilet, won' t flush | |
| Niggas think they ing with Lynch, nigga don' t hush | |
| Got a nigga' s guts looking like wants crushing it | |
| If your house was a bitch nigga I' d run it up in your stuff | |
| Niggas think I' m nuts cause I kill and bust nuts | |
| I' ll be off the X not even knowing what' s what | |
| Rivals get cut up | |
| I can' t smoke so I' m murdering for fun | |
| And that shit' s ed up | |
| Chorus | |
| Look it' s a dead body over here | |
| Blood all over the place like motor steel | |
| Niggas ain' t ing with Lynch | |
| You know the deal | |
| I eat ' em when I am done with ' em, nigga | |
| That' s overkill | |
| Verse 2 | |
| Leaving grease is pieces | |
| My thesis, bitch give me something to eat with | |
| A brand new recipe anatomy deep dish | |
| Chk, chk, cha, anatomy deep dish | |
| I might kill her for nothing while I' m nuttin | |
| After they dead I' m ing, aight | |
| Spit so nasty my teeth don' t look right | |
| ing dead bodies at night | |
| I' m just sick in the head, getting the bread | |
| MC' s getting the blade instead of the lead | |
| This time I' m keeping the brains instead of the head | |
| This crime is hitting the news instead of the feds | |
| Y' all niggas bust like fags, got ' em in Ed | |
| Have your whole family looking outta the red | |
| Have the hoes panties drippin, I' m straight trippin | |
| Light blue sic nbsp?????? but with the paint still dripping | |
| 24 street block throw it up daily | |
| Still having abortions nigga | |
| I don' t need babies | |
| And I don' t eat babies | |
| I' m sicker than the rabies | |
| Still hella mad cause I didn' t sign with Shady | |
| Records, but I' m strange now, snake and the bat | |
| Nigga, sickest independent on the map, nigga back nigga | |
| Gat it like that nigga | |
| Wanna see a dead body? This is where it' s at nigga | |
| Chorus | |
| Look it' s a dead body over here | |
| Blood all over the place like motor steel | |
| Niggas ain' t ing with Lynch | |
| You know the deal | |
| I eat ' em when I am done with ' em, nigga | |
| That' s overkill | |
| Therapist | |
| That' s not what you told me | |
| I read in the paper the other day that you were eating people again | |
| Taking their skin and cooking them | |
| And then devouring them | |
| Then devouring them... | |
| Verse 3 | |
| Leaving grease is pieces | |
| My thesis, give me something to eat with | |
| A brand new recipe anatomy deep dish | |
| Chk, chk, deep dish | |
| I know this is different, different | |
| A lot of people tell me I' m gifted, bitches! | |
| Tired of gettin' cheated, this shit | |
| Shit gets worse, I' ma rent me a hearse | |
| Leave a nigga' s balls in his girlfriend' s purse | |
| Bad news is you' ll never see where he lurks | |
| You don' t even hurks, waterfall dripping out the skirts | |
| When it comes to rapping I am Captain Kirk | |
| Higher that the spaceship | |
| So I wrote the album | |
| Niggas try to put me in the middle like Malcolm | |
| YouTube sick TV, you see the outcome | |
| Lock ' em with a machete and I won' t leave ' em without one | |
| Chorus | |
| Look it' s a dead body over here | |
| Blood all over the place like motor steel | |
| Niggas ain' t ing with Lynch | |
| You know the deal | |
| I eat ' em when I am done with ' em, nigga | |
| That' s overkill |
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