Return of Da Baby Killa

[Verse 1: Brotha Lynch Hung]
You better pray
When you see me put that nine up in that pussy, ho
Cock it back slow
Rock it back and forth, wait for the nut, then let my trigger go
BOOM!
Pussy-guts all over the room
If you ain't seen it, then you're fiendin' for the meanin' of that nina of doom
2 inches in and, uh, 4 inches out
You back that nigga that pack that gat
And hit that indo-sack
It's like that
Cannabis sativa got me stuck on stump, fool
All it take is a wake, a fat green-bud blunt and a stunt
Cause it's that nigga that work 'em nigga deep and block creep
And witness murder, baby, kill a seed
Once it'll make you vomit
Guts in a mama's baby, nuts in a bottle, maybe it's common
Biatches keep fuckin' and suckin' and keepin' it comin'
With they drama. POP! It's baby killa season
Put 6 in the clip, put it up that clit
And watch them baby's brains
Drip out that fetus
Bleed, it's that nigga that kill 'em
I'll fill 'em all full for that sicc reason
Season of da siccness broodin', got me trippin' for no reason

[Hook: Brotha Lynch Hung]
Guess what daddy's bringin' home for supper
Nigga nuts and guts and slabs of human meat, motherfucka
Now eat! Cause daddy's workin' hard for you, rilla
Killas run around everyday that's why I'm hard for you, nigga!
Now eat! Guess what daddy's bringin' home for supper
Nigga nuts and guts and slabs of human meat, motherfucka
Now eat! Cause daddy's workin' hard for you, rilla
Killas run around everyday that's why I'm hard for you, nigga!

[Verse 2: Brotha Lynch Hung]
As I creep, picture every human that I see
Slabs of human meat cause my kids gotta eat
I lives kinda deep, dark, up in the cut
Where niggas load nines, and barrel-fuck a slut
Nigga, what? You ain't even seen me in my prime
Eatin' baby brains, maybe veins, maybe spines
I know they be cryin' when I'm cuttin' off the neck
I'm peelin' off the skin for some bacon-fried croquette
Baby villain spine, that baby-killin' mind
A fifth pint of gin cause I know I’m doin' time
So catch me now before I do my next crime
My kids' gotta eat, somebody's baby's on the line, nigga

[Hook: Brotha Lynch Hung]
Guess what daddy's bringin' home for supper
Nigga nuts and guts and slabs of human meat, motherfucka
Now eat! Cause daddy's workin' hard for you, rilla
Killas run around everyday that's why I'm hard for you, nigga!
Now eat! Guess what daddy's bringin' home for supper
Nigga nuts and guts and slabs of human meat, motherfucka
Now eat! Cause daddy's workin' hard for you, rilla
Killas run around everyday that's why I'm hard for you, nigga!

[Verse 3: Brotha Lynch Hung]
Get ready for the nigga shit
That siccer-than-sicc gut ripgut
Pick-a-vic-up, fuck 'em up with a couple of nine-milla slugs
And put ‘em on the ground with a tore-up mug
Slugs to the womb, guts all over the room that legion of doom
That S to the I-C-X with a locc and a tech for the throat
And a neck full of gunsmoke it up, locc
One for the nigga who kills them infants
And since it's dinner time, I hit 'em with a nine-millimeter, meter
With nigga-meat be breakin' up your skin
Never knew nigga-meat cooked so thin!
So I pack me a nine-milla gat
And creep in the back of the 'Lac with a sack of the indo

[Hook: Brotha Lynch Hung]
Guess what daddy's bringin' home for supper
Nigga nuts and guts and slabs of human meat, motherfucka
Now eat! Cause daddy's workin' hard for you, rilla
Killas run around everyday that's why I'm hard for you, nigga!
Now eat! Guess what daddy's bringin' home for supper
Nigga nuts and guts and slabs of human meat, motherfucka
Now eat! Cause daddy's workin' hard for you, rilla
Killas run around everyday that's why I'm hard for you, nigga!

[Verse 4: Sicx]
That's right, once upon a time
A nigga got hella sicc up in the schiz'
With a lie for the snitch, to the sticks and stones
To the "I'll be bones, to the pussy clits"
To the baby dicks and a manson mind
Nine-millimeter shells, they're blind!
Devils made a pact to fuck with Max that he's one of a kind
Loadin up to the shit thats hella deep thatll have the passion to a soul who has the heart to put his mama in a casket
Who could it be? where can he be?
Locked up in the county!
Cause the bounty finally found a nigga like me?
X-to-the-R-to-the-A-I-D-E-D
L-O-C
What's up, my nigga? Pull this trigger
And take my motherfuckin' legacy
But watch your back
Niggas be claimin' that they sicc
But really don't know which way to go when they be fuckin' up with my lunatic shiit
Have you ever seen your mama's cock? (Yeah!)
Have you ever seen a body drop? (Yeah!)
Have you even loaded up your Glock?
Well, I could gives a fuck cause even then, nigga, you not my nigga
From that 24 Garden Block
That's doin' time
For shootin' shadows up in the dark
And tryin' to bite before he bark
Or when his heart stops from the Meadowview Glocks up in the cut
They tryna lynch my muthafucka to make some dice up out his nuts
And what the fuck goes thru my nigga's mind up in his cell?
That 24 Deep, no sleep, much stress, nigga
Nigga must be livin' up in hell
And here I am, same motherfucker that got my nigga sicc
Tryin' to kill myself but slippin' more deeper into the siccness shit

[Hook: Sicx]
Guess what daddy's bringin' home for supper
Nigga nuts and guts and slabs of human meat, motherfucka
Now eat!