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Artist: Brotha Lynch Hung
Album:  Season of the Sick
Song:   Rest in Piss
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[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