Mannibalector - Brotha Lynch Hung

Mannibalector (Feat. Crookwood And COS) - Brotha Lynch Hung
Now, that I know it's time to eat
I can feel it in my gut
And I'm about to run up
And put a gun up in 'em
Cut up in 'em
Autocratic, automatic reaper
I will leave 'em bleedin' in the street
With the heater
Diabolical, after I follow you
I eat your meat up
While you swallow
I swallow a bottle as I eat the
Anatomy, Amityville
Mannibal can and he will
Man I'm an animal
When I'm heatin' 'em up, I'm lethal
You don't want to be f**king with me
I eat dead people
I'm that ni**a that's keeping body parts in the freezer
Sh*t, f**k her and leave her
I'd rather put her up until I'm hungry then I eat her
To the doctors and coroners cause the cops will never see her
I eat that b**ch up faster than a crocodile
Believe it
Now I wish a ni**a would
That's what emcees get
These motherf**kers is b**ches
I hit 'em in the cleavage
YEAH, I'm mannibalector
She's standing there naked
I'm 'bout to get naked
She's tied to the bedpost
I like to get head most
She likes to give head best
Blood on the headrest
Strange music b**ch
You can tell by the necklace
I carry me a chainsaw but this ain't the Texas
Chainsaw Massacre
Ni**a worse than the Manson murders
I turn 'em to hamburger
Meat
I put 'em in the trunk of the droptop
I don't wanna get blood on my Pioneer boxtop
Operation make pasta
Making 'em test the spaghetti noodles
I'm a coo coo
And a local in the [?]
With a cleaver in the dresser
Butcher knife a machete
I do you in the poop chute
Poke 'em and I undress 'em
And leave 'em in the recipe
I told you I was an atheist
Eating 'em with lettuce and meat
Puttin' niggas in a wok pot
Takin' niggas to the chop shop
Niggas is as soft as a box of cotton
Niggas be off that oxycotton
Probably rotten 'em, body rotten
Obviously potty [?]
Probably not in danger yet, internet cable
Watching ID channel because I'm able
And coc*ine in cellophane wrapped up under the table
Ready to murder rappers, cut 'em and clap 'em
Reppin' the label
Blue house in the stable
Many macks on the table
Tornado, NATO
Fresh out the motherf**kin' county jail
Pillows with no feathers and the county smell
Black sweat t-shirt, brown as hell
If a ni**a try to f**k with me I crown his head
He don't wanna get bloody does he?
I'm gonna have to get muddy buddy
Hit 'em with the chainsaw Kutty
Leavin' his brains raw dummy
I'm gonna have to get silly putty
I'm gonna have to hit聽? ugly
I'm gonna have to get really ugly
Killing Cuddy, killing Cuddy
Mr. Mcgillicuddy, he's the high school teacher
Use to take the b**ch to the closet to teach her
Until he took my daughter to the closet to teach her
Now I'm using his head as my albums main feature
Serial killers kill a ni**a I'm timin'
I'm the creature
From the black side of town now I'm about to eat lethal
Cut her up and I eat her
Crack domes like Easter
Easter, egg, leave me, eat her