Mr. Mann-A-bal Lector
It's all over the news right now
You couldn't have missed it
Do you have any idea what might of happened to them
Any idea at all
Everybody thinks you do
Not me, but lots of people do
Tell me what happened
(He died a violent death)

Hook
He won't have no head no mo'
He won't have no bread no mo'
I won't have to get fed no mo'
He's D.O.A. (Dinner on Arrival) bitch
Give him an enima
Then Imma send em an endin
10 of the minutes the minimum
I eat 10 of em
Tick-Tock on the clock takin out many men
He's D.O.A. (Dinner on Arrival) X2

Verse 1
I don't do it to get famous
Sumthin' bout the brainless aimless
Body wit the stainless
Imma be in the 6-4.
a Schizo talkin other language
Yo' maine which your brain split
Imma commit the hit flow
Til the shit blow
This the fo'
Gangin and banging
Lay in the playpen
Wit the stainless
Put his brain in my apron
Then I'm escapin
Staple his legs
When I get the OK
I'm tapin his legs
When I get the dope
hey im Breakin his legs
Want a omelet
better be breakin some eggs
Duck from the bomb hit
They finna to pay
Smokin', the bomb lit
They finna pass it
Or they get the acid
I'm bakin' that ass quick
Rapin that ass quick
Rhyme sound like I be takin' acid

Hook X2

Maybe the reason your so paranoid
Is cause you smoke you much fuccin' marijuana
Wouldn't you think?

Verse 2
I don't know
I just spit that shit
Like i do coke (you do coke)
I do hope
You get this shit quick
Cuz Spidy's broke (Spidy's broke)
I do choke
Got that shit that rip that Chinese dope
I do loc
I got crip shit in me like tiny loc
I ain't active,
My nine millimeter make niggaz do backflips
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then imma just hit em with little gymnastics
My heat is plastic
I beat the bastard
I eat they ass quick for dinner
the winner get the meat Im acid
and I don't have to be the nigga that spit the fastest
Mr.NASA A-S-A-P give me my cashis
Mummahed Ali niggaz get in they ass's
if frizz (name?) was alive we'd be beatin their asses
Malik mollasses, couldn't see me wit 24 pair of glasses
you ain't the only one who gots goons
Shit that'o bloody up rooms
Rips that'o bloody up shoes
pop the 64 pop the pistols
And I can get close enough
To hit those rock to split those
you talk the good talk so walk the good walk
get up and lets go
this the Mister piston its tha sicc as this is
Get your kids quick take'em and rape'em
This the siccness take'em and bake'em

Hook X2

It's quite obvious that people are addicted to your siccness
they all seem to be emulating you
perhaps you should do something about that

Verse 3
I just know
niggaz couldn't see me wit a telescope (see me witta telescope)
I just hope
you tell'em Lynch Hung comin so tell us hoe
Tell us Hoe
I got thick dick bitch so smell this dope
I mean sniff this coke
Its the rip vic shit drip out his nose
I don't need this
I carry a machete and I rip the cleveage
I carry 'em and bury 'em I'm leavin 'em deep six
Marion' and ball bearin' when I grind the teeth grip
I prefer a deep dish Imma be hidin behind 'em witta meat clever
momma be cryin I'm fryin wit tha heat seeker
Probably be tryin' comin' wit the heat meat shit
Peter Parker AKA Coat Hanga Strangla
They may pray but the Lynch is hangin her
After she dead Lynch Hung is bangin' guts STRANGE
Ain't no tamin' us
We get your brains and veins and bringin em them wit us
Getta tat and bang it wit us
One thang we insane and bring'en it up
My tongue hang when I maim and aim at the guts
Nigga loc to da brain wraped all into one
hot dog ass niggaz get wrap in the bun
tongue slit neck brains' hangin' wit Hung
the real siccness is back so get it and run
Imma get this shit and attack when I aim at his done
Imma get this shit and pack when I aim at his done
Siccness get your dick split

Hook X2

I can't control my own mind (my own mind)
(Is that so)
my mind It's uncontrolable
(Well just keep coming bacc and we'll figure it out)
So many answers I can give you
(but worry to much)
So many answers I can give you
(all right i'll see you tommorrow)
Laughs