Artist: Brotha Lynch Hung Album: Dinner and a Movie Song: D.O.A. Typed by: jordtuba@gmail.com [Intro Skit] 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 have happened to him? Any idea at all? Everybody thinks you do. Not me, but lots of people do. Tell me what happened (He died a violent death.) [Chorus] (x2) He won't have no head no more He won't have no bread no more I won't have to get fed no more He's D.O.A. (Dinner on arrival) Bitch! Give him a enema, then I'ma send him a endin' Ten of them men is a minimum, I eat ten of them Tick-tock on the clock, takin' out many men He's D.O.A. (Dinner on arrival) [Verse 1] Yeah, I don't do it to get famous, somethin' 'bout The brain is aimless, body where the stain is (Right there!) I'ma be in the '6-4, a schizo Talkin' other language, I may miss your brain split I'ma commit the hit flow 'til the shit blow, this the fo' Gangin' and bangin', lay in the playpen with 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 dough pay, I'm breakin' his legs Want a omelette? Baby, we breakin' some eggs Duck from the bomb hit, they fin' to pay Smoke when the bomb lit, they fin' to pass it Or they get the acid, I'm bakin' that ass quick Rapin' that ass quick, rhymes sound like I be takin' the acid [Chorus] [x2) [Skit] Maybe the reason that you're so paranoid is 'cause you smoke so much fucking 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 'Cause Spidey's broke (Spidey's broke?) I do joke, I got shit that rip that Chinese dope I do loc', I got Crip shit in me like Tiny Loc I ain't active, my 9-millimeter make niggas do backflips And I'ma get with 'em with minimum practice Then I'ma just hit 'em with a little gymnastics My heat is plastic, I beat the bastard, I eat that ass quick For dinner, to really get meat by mass it And I don't have to be the nigga that spit it the fastest Mr. NASA, A.S.A.P. give me my cashes Muhammad Ali niggas whoopin' they asses If Grizz was alive, he'd be beatin' they asses (Rest in peace!) You leak molasses, couldn't see me with 24 pairs of glasses You ain't the only one who got goons, shit that'll bloody up rooms Rips that'll bloody up shoes, hop the '6-4s, poppin' pistols And I can get close enough to hit those, rock and split those You talk a good talk, so walk a good walk, get up and let's go It's the Mr. Piston, it's the sickest, this is Get your kids quick, take 'em and rape 'em It's the sickness, take 'em and bake 'em [Chorus] (x2) [Skit] It's quite obvious that people are addicted to your sickness. They all seem to be emulating you. Perhaps you should do something about that. [Verse 3] I just know niggas couldn't see me with a telescope (Telescope!) I just hope you tell 'em Lynch Hung comin' So tell his ho (Tell his ho!) Tell his ho I got thick dick, bitch, so smell this dope I mean, sniff this coke, it's terrific shit, drips out his nose I don't need this, I carry a machete and I rip the cleavage I carry 'em and bury 'em, I'm eatin' 'em, deep six Marryin' the ball bearin', when I grind the teeth grit I prefer a deep dish, I'ma be hidin' behind 'em with the meat cleaver Mama be cryin', I fry 'em with the heat-seeker Probably be tryin', I'm comin' with the eat meat shit Peter Parker, a.k.a. Coathanga Strangla They may pray, but the Lynch is hangin' her After she's dead, Lynch Hung is bangin' guts (Strange!) Ain't no tamin' us We get your brains and your veins and bring 'em with us (Come on, come on!) Get a tat and bang it with us One thing, we insane and bringin' it up My tongue hang when I maim and aim at the guts Nigga loc' to the brain, wrapped all up in one Hot dog-ass niggas get wrapped in a bun Tongue slit, neck, brains, hangin' with Hung The real sickness is back, so get it and run I'ma get this shit and attack, when I aim it, it's done I'ma get this shit and attack, when I aim it, it's done Sickness, get your dick split [Chorus] (x2) [Skit] I can't control my own mind, my mind. (Is that so?) It's uncontrollable. (Well, just keep coming back and we'll figure it all out.) That's all the answers I can give you. (Don't worry too much.) That's all the answers I can give you. (Alright, I'll see you tomorrow.)