Artist: Brotha Lynch Hung Album: Season of the Sick Song: Rest in Piss Typed by: birdman12386@cox.net [Brotha Lynch] Yeah I'm back up in this motherfucker For the 9 whatever the fuck You know I ain't dead yet I'm with my real loc niggaz I was a dead man, walking they say, so every night I hit the gates Load the AK and post up, in the window till come day, anyway hey I feel the payback simmering in my brain The thoughts of death cloud my mind As my niggaz is gone away many clips and 24 riches, packed But really, who got my back Bang, now that them niggaz done hit the grave I'm killing them off for the olds days 24 ways and a 24 sack of that purple kush and make me sicker than sick and even get Ripgut Cannibal if you wish cause nigga it's EBK everyday all day to the day I die I'm creepin through yo set with a mini mac 10 AR-15 Ruger with a 12 gauge pump in the trunk and a black beany disguise That nigga that you can't see just cuz of dem glocks to locs over my eyes crept like a black cat with a mac with a mac 10 in my lap with fat sack of that crack Took a hit of that shit and seen some niggaz with a 4-5 So I let 'em have it, ounces of OE 4-0 no doze Indonesian split and a 9 millimeter for da nigga that'll dump and pump one in your bitch and put her in her grave With that empty 40 ounce bottle and don't leave a drip Then bounce to that ounce in a 'llac wit a mac and a fat fat sack of dat indo sheeyit I'm sicker than sick them niggaz have gotta admit when I grab my shit you either gone or get caught with a hot one nigga so rest in piss [Chorus: repeat 4X] Just call me Agent Double O Deuce 4 Blocc I got that 9 milli glock and ready to put one in your knot "Rest in Piss" (Shit) [Brotha Lynch] From the reps of the depths of the double O duece foe block with a glock in my pocket full of that sess you betta wear a bullet proof vest When I'm at your set better pack you a tech cause I'm at your neck with a clip full of that shit nigga don't trip when I put one in your dick that Ripgut Cannibal Hannibal shit nigga nuts and guts all over my chest and stomach running to the 'llac with my strap in the back Twist me up a sack and I'm back at the Garden Block Kicking it with Maniac the nigga that'll mainly act siccer than sicc When a clip's in progress put 'em on the ground With a brain full of them nine slugs read him in Reader's Digest Uh I found a new love trickeling in my brain half of the doja Half of the OE half of the fact that I'm that insane nigga it's that duece foe blockster where niggaz never put their glocks up and get their cocks sucked nigga you just can't stop us loc to the brain insane with a main game that will maintain untouchable cut your throat and leave you in the street with a lynch around your throat motherfucker cause you ain't got no love foe the block Pop, kind of hot from that 24 street blocc nigga that took a shot rest in piss [Chorus]