Rest in Piss Lyrics
| Song | Rest in Piss |
| Artist | Brotha Lynch Hung |
| Album | Season of da Siccness: The Resurrection |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Mann | |
| (Brotha Lynch) | |
| Yeah I'm back up in this motherfucker | |
| For the 9 whatever the fuck | |
| You know I ain't dead yet | |
| I'm with my real loc niggas | |
| I was a dead man, walking they say, so every night I hit the gates | |
| Load the AK and post up, in the window till come day, anyway hey | |
| I feel the payback simmering in my brain | |
| but thoughts of death cloud my mind | |
| As my niggas is gone away many clips and 24 riches, packed | |
| but who really got my back | |
| now that them niggas done hit the grave | |
| I'm killing them off for the olds days | |
| 24 ways and a 24 sack of that purple cush and make me sicker | |
| than sick and even get Ripgut Cannibal if you wish | |
| cause nigga it's EBK everyday all day to the day I die | |
| I'm creepin through yo set with a mini mac 10 | |
| AR15 rugga with a 12 guage pump in the trunk | |
| and a black beany disguise | |
| That nigga that you can't see jus kuz of dem glocks and locs | |
| over my eyes crept like a black cat with a mac | |
| with a mac 10 in my lap and a fat sack of that crack | |
| took a hit of that shit and seen some niggas with a 4-5 | |
| So I let 'em have it bounce to the O you know trippin | |
| on that Indonesian shit and a 9 millimeter for you to dump | |
| and put one in your bitch and put her in her grave | |
| with that empty 40 ounce bottle and don't leave a drip | |
| then bounce to that ounce | |
| with a lack and a mac and a fat pack sack of dat indo shit | |
| I'm sicker than sick them niggas gotta admit when I | |
| grab my shit you either gone or get caught with a hot one | |
| nigga so rest in piss | |
| (Chorus) | |
| Just call me Agent Double O Deuce 4 Blocc | |
| I got that 9 milli glock and ready to put one in your knot | |
| "Rest in Piss" (Shit) (repeat 4x) | |
| (verse 2) | |
| (Brotha Lynch) | |
| From the rep of the depth of the double O | |
| duece foe block with a glock in my pocket | |
| full of that sess you betta wear a bullet proof vest | |
| When I'm match your set betta pack you a tech | |
| cause I'm at your neck with a clip full of that shit | |
| nigga don't trip when i put one in your dick that Ripgut Cannibal | |
| Hannibal shit nigga nuts and guts all over my chest | |
| and stomach running with no slack threw my strap in the back | |
| twist me up a sack and I'm back at the Garden Block | |
| kicking it with maniac the nigga that a maniac sicker than sick | |
| when a clips in progress put on the ground | |
| with a brain full of them nine slugs read him in Reader's Digest | |
| uh I found a new love trickeling in my brain half of the doja | |
| half of the OE half of the fact that I am insane nigga | |
| it's that duece foe blockster | |
| where niggas never put their glocks up | |
| and get their cocks sucked nigga you just can't stop us | |
| loc to the brain insane with a main game that will maintain | |
| untouchable cut your throat and leave you in the street | |
| with a lynch around your throat motherfucker | |
| cause you ain't got no love foe the block | |
| pop gotta hot foe that 24 street block | |
| nigga that took a shot rest in piss | |
| (Chorus) |
| zuo ci : Mann | |
| Brotha Lynch | |
| Yeah I' m back up in this motherfucker | |
| For the 9 whatever the fuck | |
| You know I ain' t dead yet | |
| I' m with my real loc niggas | |
| I was a dead man, walking they say, so every night I hit the gates | |
| Load the AK and post up, in the window till come day, anyway hey | |
| I feel the payback simmering in my brain | |
| but thoughts of death cloud my mind | |
| As my niggas is gone away many clips and 24 riches, packed | |
| but who really got my back | |
| now that them niggas done hit the grave | |
| I' m killing them off for the olds days | |
| 24 ways and a 24 sack of that purple cush and make me sicker | |
| than sick and even get Ripgut Cannibal if you wish | |
| cause nigga it' s EBK everyday all day to the day I die | |
| I' m creepin through yo set with a mini mac 10 | |
| AR15 rugga with a 12 guage pump in the trunk | |
| and a black beany disguise | |
| That nigga that you can' t see jus kuz of dem glocks and locs | |
| over my eyes crept like a black cat with a mac | |
| with a mac 10 in my lap and a fat sack of that crack | |
| took a hit of that shit and seen some niggas with a 45 | |
| So I let ' em have it bounce to the O you know trippin | |
| on that Indonesian shit and a 9 millimeter for you to dump | |
| and put one in your bitch and put her in her grave | |
| with that empty 40 ounce bottle and don' t leave a drip | |
| then bounce to that ounce | |
| with a lack and a mac and a fat pack sack of dat indo shit | |
| I' m sicker than sick them niggas gotta admit when I | |
| grab my shit you either gone or get caught with a hot one | |
| nigga so rest in piss | |
| Chorus | |
| Just call me Agent Double O Deuce 4 Blocc | |
| I got that 9 milli glock and ready to put one in your knot | |
| " Rest in Piss" Shit repeat 4x | |
| verse 2 | |
| Brotha Lynch | |
| From the rep of the depth of the double O | |
| duece foe block with a glock in my pocket | |
| full of that sess you betta wear a bullet proof vest | |
| When I' m match your set betta pack you a tech | |
| cause I' m at your neck with a clip full of that shit | |
| nigga don' t trip when i put one in your dick that Ripgut Cannibal | |
| Hannibal shit nigga nuts and guts all over my chest | |
| and stomach running with no slack threw my strap in the back | |
| twist me up a sack and I' m back at the Garden Block | |
| kicking it with maniac the nigga that a maniac sicker than sick | |
| when a clips in progress put on the ground | |
| with a brain full of them nine slugs read him in Reader' s Digest | |
| uh I found a new love trickeling in my brain half of the doja | |
| half of the OE half of the fact that I am insane nigga | |
| it' s that duece foe blockster | |
| where niggas never put their glocks up | |
| and get their cocks sucked nigga you just can' t stop us | |
| loc to the brain insane with a main game that will maintain | |
| untouchable cut your throat and leave you in the street | |
| with a lynch around your throat motherfucker | |
| cause you ain' t got no love foe the block | |
| pop gotta hot foe that 24 street block | |
| nigga that took a shot rest in piss | |
| Chorus |
| zuò cí : Mann | |
| Brotha Lynch | |
| Yeah I' m back up in this motherfucker | |
| For the 9 whatever the fuck | |
| You know I ain' t dead yet | |
| I' m with my real loc niggas | |
| I was a dead man, walking they say, so every night I hit the gates | |
| Load the AK and post up, in the window till come day, anyway hey | |
| I feel the payback simmering in my brain | |
| but thoughts of death cloud my mind | |
| As my niggas is gone away many clips and 24 riches, packed | |
| but who really got my back | |
| now that them niggas done hit the grave | |
| I' m killing them off for the olds days | |
| 24 ways and a 24 sack of that purple cush and make me sicker | |
| than sick and even get Ripgut Cannibal if you wish | |
| cause nigga it' s EBK everyday all day to the day I die | |
| I' m creepin through yo set with a mini mac 10 | |
| AR15 rugga with a 12 guage pump in the trunk | |
| and a black beany disguise | |
| That nigga that you can' t see jus kuz of dem glocks and locs | |
| over my eyes crept like a black cat with a mac | |
| with a mac 10 in my lap and a fat sack of that crack | |
| took a hit of that shit and seen some niggas with a 45 | |
| So I let ' em have it bounce to the O you know trippin | |
| on that Indonesian shit and a 9 millimeter for you to dump | |
| and put one in your bitch and put her in her grave | |
| with that empty 40 ounce bottle and don' t leave a drip | |
| then bounce to that ounce | |
| with a lack and a mac and a fat pack sack of dat indo shit | |
| I' m sicker than sick them niggas gotta admit when I | |
| grab my shit you either gone or get caught with a hot one | |
| nigga so rest in piss | |
| Chorus | |
| Just call me Agent Double O Deuce 4 Blocc | |
| I got that 9 milli glock and ready to put one in your knot | |
| " Rest in Piss" Shit repeat 4x | |
| verse 2 | |
| Brotha Lynch | |
| From the rep of the depth of the double O | |
| duece foe block with a glock in my pocket | |
| full of that sess you betta wear a bullet proof vest | |
| When I' m match your set betta pack you a tech | |
| cause I' m at your neck with a clip full of that shit | |
| nigga don' t trip when i put one in your dick that Ripgut Cannibal | |
| Hannibal shit nigga nuts and guts all over my chest | |
| and stomach running with no slack threw my strap in the back | |
| twist me up a sack and I' m back at the Garden Block | |
| kicking it with maniac the nigga that a maniac sicker than sick | |
| when a clips in progress put on the ground | |
| with a brain full of them nine slugs read him in Reader' s Digest | |
| uh I found a new love trickeling in my brain half of the doja | |
| half of the OE half of the fact that I am insane nigga | |
| it' s that duece foe blockster | |
| where niggas never put their glocks up | |
| and get their cocks sucked nigga you just can' t stop us | |
| loc to the brain insane with a main game that will maintain | |
| untouchable cut your throat and leave you in the street | |
| with a lynch around your throat motherfucker | |
| cause you ain' t got no love foe the block | |
| pop gotta hot foe that 24 street block | |
| nigga that took a shot rest in piss | |
| Chorus |
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