Suicidio Morte by Brotha Lynch Hung Lyrics

I don't know
Just take his ass out
Wake his ass up
Break in his house
Quiet as a mouse
Creep around
Run through the mansion
Seek it out
Everybody gotta die
Gimmie his head
Put the 9 to his head
Make him pee in the bed
Fine imma say that imma eat and rape it
Then imma put him in a place where they keep it in Vegas
Imma play this game tonight
You bring the oil i'll bring the knife
Shoot him in the soil about late tonight
Newspaper said I ate your wife
Paparazzi about to stop me
A lotta MCs my carbon copy
You can hear it
You can see it
Any nigga that face me I fricassee it
Should have been around so you can see it
Next thing you know you'll be eating that meat shit
I don't know
Just take his ass out
Wake his ass up
Break in his house
Quiet as a moue
Creep around
Run through the mansion
Seek it out
Everybody gotta die
Gimmie his head
Put the 9 to his brain
Make him pee in the bed
Ay three in the head teenager gone
Walk through the house like i'm seeing the dead
Talking about he going to be in the red
Socked in the mouth
Teeth in his head
No cocaine just ????
Just imagine that with OE to the head
I'm blasting back
Here from the stairs
Beef in the bedroom 3 of them dead