Stabbed

[Intro: Brotha Lynch Hung]

You know how people be sayin' that I, uhm

Talk to dead bodies, uh, uh, everybody say that

Are you dead? Nah, fuck it, you don't have to say nothin'

Anyway, any-, you attack Tech for nothin'

Hopsin go through that same shit

Aight, we gon' handle this

You want somethin' to eat?

Aight, get you somethin' to eat

Or you might be eaten!

[Verse 1: Brotha Lynch Hung]

Niggas in Sacramento don't want it with me

Tuckin' a .50 cal, should get me now, I'm 51-50

I bet a nigga won't try me, I like to fry 'em up

Line 'em up, bring 'em in front of me, I'ma dye 'em up

I put his nuts in a bag and send it to mommy

And have her yellin', "What's in the bag?", I'm a tsunami

Niggas attackin' my label get wrapped in a cable

I'm back in the stable and I'm killin' 'em, crackin' an Eggo

(Grrr!) Mad-ass, bad-ass, everybody be wantin' to have that, nah-that

Givin' me somethin' to stab at, yeah-that

I'ma be huntin' they ass back (Brrat-brrat!)

I'ma be somethin' to deal with, real shit

See the only way I eat is if I kill shit

Me and Tech and Hopsin gon' pop 'em

Put 'em right in the lake, "Hey, don't drop 'em"

Told 'em not to fuck with us, nigga

[Hook: Brotha Lynch Hung & Tech N9ne]

Niggas' about to get stabbed (Grrr!)

Niggas' about to get stabbed (Errrrrr!)

Niggas' about to get stabbed (Grrr!)

Niggas' about to get stabbed (Errrrrr!)

Niggas' about to get stabbed (Grrr!)

Niggas' about to get stabbed (Errrrrr!)

Niggas' about to get stabbed (Grrr!)

Niggas' about to get stabbed (Errrrrr!)

[Verse 2: Tech N9ne]

He said he wanted K.O.D. to come do this... Ok

People don't feel me, I think I'm really Michael Myers

You think it's silly, not givin' a fuck until the psycho fires

When I go higher, you said to me, "Why do you need a rifle, sire?"

My pill is to kill a man, I'm illin', yeah, snipe your eye, I light your fire

Leave us, now he's after Jesus-ah

Happy Holidays, I am f'ing Ebenezer-hah

Oh, what a teaser, he was not a bleeder

But you need to believe that I feed, I'm eager-hah, hah

Yeah, I heard what he said

He ain't able to spit another verse when he dead

Burnt a nigga, serve him the curb then he bled

With Bourbon, I swerve to put his virgin into bed!

(Cha!) Yeah (Cha!), you niggas gotta be kiddin' me, not even hittin' me

'Bout to get your bodily stiff and thee ought to be kissin' me ass bad

That'll be sad because the nigga's about to get stabbed, jab!

Why do they persist, Lynch?

When they know that we'll kill 'em all

[Hook: Brotha Lynch Hung & Tech N9ne]

Niggas' about to get stabbed (Grrr!)

Niggas' about to get stabbed (Errrrrr!)

Niggas' about to get stabbed (Grrr!)

Niggas' about to get stabbed (Errrrrr!)

Niggas' about to get stabbed (Grrr!)

Niggas' about to get stabbed (Errrrrr!)

Niggas' about to get stabbed (Grrr!)

Niggas' about to get stabbed (Errrrrr!)

[Verse 3: Hopsin]

I was brought up as a man that loved to laugh

Greetin' everybody with a handshake (Hello)

Until I built a fan base, now I gotta deal with

Groupie niggas I run into every damn day! (Rampage)

I swear to God I'm hopin' to leave a niggas rib cracked

How the fuck they find out where I live at?

Motherfuckers all up in my bidness every minute

When I be chillin' with women they be comin' up tryin' to chitchat

Get back!

Oh, shit, what the fuck did I get into?

No autographs, I'm tryin' to chill with my friends, dude

Yeah, don't surround me, I can't move

Can't you see I'm tryin' to get to my vehicle? Please let the man through!

I ain't feelin' no sorry and I finna go hit up my nigga Lynch

I'ma borrow a knife and startle the lives of anybody buggin' me

I don't know if I'ma kick 'em or cut 'em, man, it's hard to decide

I'ma start to devise a method of deadly weapons

No question about it, you run up then you gon' get affected

Go step in the ring if you fools dare to

You gon' second-guess on takin' a picture with me 'cause you too scared to

(Aight, ayy, hold up my, nigga, ayy) What's up, man

(You nigga Hop, right?) Yeah

(The white contacts skating on a skateboard)

Ayy, I gotta go real quick (Can I get a picture with you, my-?)

Nah, man, get outta my-, get the fuck out of my face, fool!

[Hook: Brotha Lynch Hung & Tech N9ne]

Niggas' about to get stabbed (Grrr!)

Niggas' about to get stabbed (Errrrrr!)

Niggas' about to get stabbed (Grrr!)

Niggas' about to get stabbed (Errrrrr!)

Niggas' about to get stabbed (Grrr!)

Niggas' about to get stabbed (Errrrrr!)

Niggas' about to get stabbed (Grrr!)

Niggas' about to get stabbed (Errrrrr!)