| Song | Nutbagg |
| Artist | Brotha Lynch Hung |
| Album | Dinner & A Movie |
| I don't give a **** about what you think | |
| I don't give a **** about what you feel | |
| Drop that album | |
| I'ma too feel | |
| Crack that yak bitch pop that pill | |
| I rock that still, sit in a cage | |
| I got a f type of crap, pop that steel | |
| I pop that feel | |
| Y'all mother****ers is not that real | |
| I'm a nutbagg [Chorus 2 (plays over chorus 1)] | |
| I don't give a **** about how you feel | |
| About me, | |
| I kill for free, ever chill with me and | |
| I don't give a **** about how you feel | |
| About me, | |
| I kill for free, | |
| I'm still just me [Verse 1] | |
| I'ma gutbag em up, toe tag em | |
| Kick like into the drag and don't act em | |
| Knife meat; put rat poison up in my | |
| I.V. Try me, to crack niggas back to the crime scene | |
| I'm a crime scene maker life taker, | |
| Take em on a stage and rape em | |
| No apron, | |
| I'ma scrape his face and face | |
| Satan I'ma take his place and get a | |
| Jason Mask, better be ready to duck fast, | |
| Never be ready to face me | |
| I cut grass | |
| Leave em dead | |
| I put three in the head | |
| Then I feed him the dead and foresee to cut stab | |
| I don't need to flip it | |
| I spit sick, got syphalistic | |
| Your bitch get lit, | |
| I'm telling you this | |
| It's the sickness shit, | |
| I'm smelling you this shit | |
| You get twisted (grrr) | |
| I'm in the rage, | |
| I didn't get paid | |
| Now my life's stuck in the cage | |
| I stayed with the same block in the gage | |
| My heart's burning and | |
| I'm turning the page | |
| Anybody that face me | |
| I get em flayed | |
| Layed in the shade with a bag of ‘nades | |
| I spit sicker than a bag of aids ' | |
| Bout to blow back up, so | |
| I have grenades (boom!) | |
| Get sick'd of this, get a butcher knife | |
| Slit your bitch's wrists, now you took a life | |
| And a 56 and a hooker like | |
| Yo bitch is with me, tell her goodnight | |
| I'm 51, 51, 50 | |
| Don't get the hong, lick | |
| You gon' get licked, don't sit too rich | |
| Lynch is gon' get it | |
| Don't get with this quick | |
| I spit liquid [Chorus 1 - repeat] | |
| I don't give a **** about what you think | |
| I don't give a **** about what you feel | |
| Drop that album | |
| I'ma too feel | |
| Crack that yak bitch pop that pill | |
| I rock that still, sit in a cage | |
| I got a f type of crap, pop that steel | |
| I pop that feel | |
| Y'all mother****ers is not that real | |
| I'm a nutbagg [Chorus 2 (plays over chorus 1)] | |
| I don't give a **** about how you feel | |
| About me, | |
| I kill for free, ever chill with me and | |
| I don't give a **** about how you feel | |
| About me, | |
| I kill for free, | |
| I'm still just me [Verse 2] | |
| I'ma put average niggas up in the attic take they bitches and stab em up in the abdomen | |
| Leaving bodies on medicine after new | |
| I'm havin you | |
| For dinner and a movie after | |
| I stab at you | |
| You got bit of the sickness, nigga haven't you | |
| It's like cocaine so | |
| I don't got an attitude | |
| Badabim, badabum | |
| I'm in your room | |
| And all I wanna do is sing another tune | |
| Ring another tool, bring another hookie | |
| Cut up, what up, shit nut up, with us | |
| Get ****ed up with us and don't **** with us | |
| Get cut up the butt, quick shut up your butt slit | |
| Razorblades, today's the day, cause you paved the way | |
| For two day to get ate up | |
| Shave his legs, and two pays get blazed up | |
| Eat his brains and put flames in they guts | |
| Emriel Lagassi, your posse | |
| You don't see what | |
| I see you're not me | |
| With this shit | |
| I'ma get my monoply | |
| Not even a freight train can stop me | |
| Not even a straight cane could rock me | |
| Use weed to maintain a top speed | |
| Low down, slow down with the fo' pound, no now, you go now (you go now! grr!) | |
| I'm in the rage, | |
| I didn't get paid | |
| Now my life's stuck in the cage | |
| I stayed with the same block in the gage | |
| My light's burning and | |
| I'm turning the page | |
| Anybody that face me | |
| I get em flayed | |
| Layed in the shade with a bag of ‘nades | |
| I get sicker than a bag of aids ' | |
| Bout to blow back up, so | |
| I have grenades [Chorus 1 - repeat] | |
| I don't give a **** about what you think | |
| I don't give a **** about what you feel | |
| Drop that album | |
| I'ma too feel | |
| Crack that yak bitch pop that pill | |
| I rock that still, sit in a cage | |
| I got a f type of crap, pop that steel | |
| I pop that feel | |
| Y'all mother****ers is not that real | |
| I'm a nutbagg [Chorus 2 (plays over chorus 1)] | |
| I don't give a **** about how you feel | |
| About me, | |
| I kill for free, ever chill with me and | |
| I don't give a **** about how you feel | |
| About me, | |
| I kill for free, | |
| I'm still just me |
| I don' t give a about what you think | |
| I don' t give a about what you feel | |
| Drop that album | |
| I' ma too feel | |
| Crack that yak bitch pop that pill | |
| I rock that still, sit in a cage | |
| I got a f type of crap, pop that steel | |
| I pop that feel | |
| Y' all mother ers is not that real | |
| I' m a nutbagg Chorus 2 plays over chorus 1 | |
| I don' t give a about how you feel | |
| About me, | |
| I kill for free, ever chill with me and | |
| I don' t give a about how you feel | |
| About me, | |
| I kill for free, | |
| I' m still just me Verse 1 | |
| I' ma gutbag em up, toe tag em | |
| Kick like into the drag and don' t act em | |
| Knife meat put rat poison up in my | |
| I. V. Try me, to crack niggas back to the crime scene | |
| I' m a crime scene maker life taker, | |
| Take em on a stage and rape em | |
| No apron, | |
| I' ma scrape his face and face | |
| Satan I' ma take his place and get a | |
| Jason Mask, better be ready to duck fast, | |
| Never be ready to face me | |
| I cut grass | |
| Leave em dead | |
| I put three in the head | |
| Then I feed him the dead and foresee to cut stab | |
| I don' t need to flip it | |
| I spit sick, got syphalistic | |
| Your bitch get lit, | |
| I' m telling you this | |
| It' s the sickness shit, | |
| I' m smelling you this shit | |
| You get twisted grrr | |
| I' m in the rage, | |
| I didn' t get paid | |
| Now my life' s stuck in the cage | |
| I stayed with the same block in the gage | |
| My heart' s burning and | |
| I' m turning the page | |
| Anybody that face me | |
| I get em flayed | |
| Layed in the shade with a bag of nades | |
| I spit sicker than a bag of aids ' | |
| Bout to blow back up, so | |
| I have grenades boom! | |
| Get sick' d of this, get a butcher knife | |
| Slit your bitch' s wrists, now you took a life | |
| And a 56 and a hooker like | |
| Yo bitch is with me, tell her goodnight | |
| I' m 51, 51, 50 | |
| Don' t get the hong, lick | |
| You gon' get licked, don' t sit too rich | |
| Lynch is gon' get it | |
| Don' t get with this quick | |
| I spit liquid Chorus 1 repeat | |
| I don' t give a about what you think | |
| I don' t give a about what you feel | |
| Drop that album | |
| I' ma too feel | |
| Crack that yak bitch pop that pill | |
| I rock that still, sit in a cage | |
| I got a f type of crap, pop that steel | |
| I pop that feel | |
| Y' all mother ers is not that real | |
| I' m a nutbagg Chorus 2 plays over chorus 1 | |
| I don' t give a about how you feel | |
| About me, | |
| I kill for free, ever chill with me and | |
| I don' t give a about how you feel | |
| About me, | |
| I kill for free, | |
| I' m still just me Verse 2 | |
| I' ma put average niggas up in the attic take they bitches and stab em up in the abdomen | |
| Leaving bodies on medicine after new | |
| I' m havin you | |
| For dinner and a movie after | |
| I stab at you | |
| You got bit of the sickness, nigga haven' t you | |
| It' s like cocaine so | |
| I don' t got an attitude | |
| Badabim, badabum | |
| I' m in your room | |
| And all I wanna do is sing another tune | |
| Ring another tool, bring another hookie | |
| Cut up, what up, shit nut up, with us | |
| Get ed up with us and don' t with us | |
| Get cut up the butt, quick shut up your butt slit | |
| Razorblades, today' s the day, cause you paved the way | |
| For two day to get ate up | |
| Shave his legs, and two pays get blazed up | |
| Eat his brains and put flames in they guts | |
| Emriel Lagassi, your posse | |
| You don' t see what | |
| I see you' re not me | |
| With this shit | |
| I' ma get my monoply | |
| Not even a freight train can stop me | |
| Not even a straight cane could rock me | |
| Use weed to maintain a top speed | |
| Low down, slow down with the fo' pound, no now, you go now you go now! grr! | |
| I' m in the rage, | |
| I didn' t get paid | |
| Now my life' s stuck in the cage | |
| I stayed with the same block in the gage | |
| My light' s burning and | |
| I' m turning the page | |
| Anybody that face me | |
| I get em flayed | |
| Layed in the shade with a bag of nades | |
| I get sicker than a bag of aids ' | |
| Bout to blow back up, so | |
| I have grenades Chorus 1 repeat | |
| I don' t give a about what you think | |
| I don' t give a about what you feel | |
| Drop that album | |
| I' ma too feel | |
| Crack that yak bitch pop that pill | |
| I rock that still, sit in a cage | |
| I got a f type of crap, pop that steel | |
| I pop that feel | |
| Y' all mother ers is not that real | |
| I' m a nutbagg Chorus 2 plays over chorus 1 | |
| I don' t give a about how you feel | |
| About me, | |
| I kill for free, ever chill with me and | |
| I don' t give a about how you feel | |
| About me, | |
| I kill for free, | |
| I' m still just me |