Sweeney Todd Lyrics
| Song | Sweeney Todd |
| Artist | Brotha Lynch Hung |
| Album | Mannibalector |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [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 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 outAnnotate |
| 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 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 buttnaked, 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 AK47, 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 | |
| GMacc, Trizz, Mayday!, Irv Da Phenom, my nigga GSmooth | |
| 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 |
| 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 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 buttnaked, 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 AK47, 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 | |
| GMacc, Trizz, Mayday!, Irv Da Phenom, my nigga GSmooth | |
| 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 |
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