Artist: Brotha Lynch Hung f/ C-Lim, G-Macc Album: Dinner and a Movie Song: Colostomy Bag Typed by: jordtuba@gmail.com [Intro] Let's do it! Dinner and a Movie! I'm back, nigga! That's what it is! [Verse 1] Yeah, I might as well get wet, give me a Newport I'm a little strange now, on fire like the Human Torch I'm just gettin' warmed up, ain't nobody can fuck with me Even Luckily get cut in three, I'm a fuckin' beast I'll tuck a .357 and it keep me revvin', Mr. Techron Pure white cocaine spit, not even stepped on Sorta like Blue Magic, the pussy, I stab at it And stab at it, I'm a addict, it bleeds when I tap it Manic-depressive and if you test Mann, it's a lesson Plan to get your chest ripped, damn Smith & Wesson And it will test him, hand it to Kevin, cannibal sessions Van full of intestines, Kansas is with me Strange Music is with him, I think they re-lit him I still seasick 'em from long distance, for instance I get with 'em, I spit sick shit, sniffin' cocaine [Chorus: G-Macc (C-Lim)] (x2) Coathanger, throat struh-strangler Your folks get mangled up, cut 'em up from the navel (Uh, put you in the hospital fast, have you wearin' a oxygen mask) (With the doctors in surgery, gettin' a colostomy bag) [Verse 2] My whole cigarette's wet, I'm 'bout to smoke it Get hard like East Oakland, rappers, I super-soak 'em After your crew get over 'em, I'll be standin' over 'em With a 9-millimeter, hit 'em like a wide receiver Like Jerry Rice, them niggas think I'm weak 'cause I'm very nice All I do is just think about eatin' 'em every night So I gotta carry every knife, every machete I'm steadily deadly, his head'll be buried And gettin' cut up, I'll be at the motel, fucked up Blood in my cup with a fine bitch, hugged up 'Til my heart get plugged up I'ma still be in my Dickies shit, thugged up Any nigga throwin' up blood, throwin' up guts, nigga, what's what? We kinda strange, nigga, we eat nigga nuts and guts You already know what I eat, your insides And break down your enzymes and take out your insides Sniffin' cocaine [Chorus: G-Macc (C-Lim)] (x2) [Verse 3] I need a cigarette, I'll cut a nigga neck And watch the blood drip out, hit 'em with a TEC Just like these niggas wanna fuck my bitch, let 'em sweat She'll smile at you and she'll cut your motherfuckin' neck I'll hang a nigga and strangle niggas with barbed wire It's a little strange, but listen to what I desire I put the tools on they nuts, twist it with the pliers I'm a hot rod, you a hot dog, like Oscar Mayers I drop logs, nigga, shittin' like diarrhea You get the butcher knife to the eyes if you try to see him Either that or my bitch will see you right at the club And put the whoopty-whop in your mug and your grave's dug I got it made, cuz, makin' strange music to listen to And dissin' you, 'cause that how Strange do it We sicker than hard liquor, which is no thing Coathanga Strangla, spittin' the cocaine, nigga [Chorus: G-Macc (C-Lim)] (x2)