Brotha Lynch Hung
Deliver
[Verse]
Ahh
I rap poisonous, I sent him his liver (Here you go)
Fill you up with rat poisonous, I'm venomous when I
Run up in 'em, put the gun up in 'em, deliver his dinner
It was liver and intestines, I'm doo-dooin' on your vest, yeah
Sittin' on the records and shittin' on n***as records
When I spit, my veins pop out, it's like my neck hurt (What you doin'?)
I'm playin' Monopoly, you n***as playin' checkers
Better start rappin' better before I put one in your sweater
You don't wanna get the chokehold
You sound like you been swallowin' cum, listen at your vocals
I'm sellin' hella records, n***a, you doin' all them broke shows
So nobody came, you couldn't even hire the po-po
You local, n***a, I get all around the US
I spit that shit that'll make you have to wear two vests, I'm a cool mess
Grr, my verses give you throat cancer 'cause of what I wrote and some
I'm Charlie Manson
Grr