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 |