Suicide Watch

Lyrics

[Hook] x12 Suicide watch [Verse 1: Brotha Lynch Hung] Yeah, I'm in an all black khaki suit In an all black room feeling like I'm in the back of the room And I'm strapped to something that's like out of a movie That's cool, kill like I'm in a Dracula movie That's too practical, did a tactical movement Next thing you know I was loose and I was moving Brotha Lynch Hung go through the jungle with a machete And I hunt those, then I cut throat I don't know what's happening, maybe I'm blacking out Killing everybody in sight then smashing out Murder date nigga, go 'head ask him out Coathanga Strangla nigga, ask about him Like J-Lo... oh, ass is out Anybody'll tell ya that nigga's an acid mouth I will never lose, I'm cruising past your house I'mma start chewing his meat if his ass is out Hit me with the .50 - get your brains blasted Carry me a Billy the Kid and that's plastics Buried nigga, hid in the crib, and that's-that's it I be on some dumping the dead niggas in caskets Do it for the bi-bi uh chop chop Do it for the bitches, tch-tch-tch, slash 'em I get all up in a nigga head, aspirin I could get a nigga shot in the head, ask 'em Orville Redenbacher, nigga I'll pop ya Tore his head like cotton, go need the doctor Call the coroner, leavin' him in a corner Called his boys up, they gon' be looking for him Put these toys up, disappear in the morning Eat these boys up, it was a little boring Shit his prime guts, I'm nuts, I'm sick I must consider Your Highness, bitch [Hook] x16 Suicide watch [Verse 2: Devious] Yeah boy, got my mind on the milli Hand gripped tight on the milla Finger on the trigger and you fucking with a straight gorilla Dominate the enemy tremendously And leave 'em with his face on the pillow Reppin' MadeSicc nigga, they don't really want it If you want it come and get it Come with it, I'mma spit it from the start to the finish With no fault or pretending, hit all in yo' mouth like a dentist (Is it the siccness!?) They got a nigga all in it to win it Busta better pardon my Cripness' Put you on my hit list *gunshot* And just bring a witness to the lyrical massacre of these bitches Played a part in inventing this Cut, slice, dice, chop, beef scrambled up, test and cook syrup Nigga, 'cause I'mma hit 'em with Right, left, punch, uppercut, then throw pronouns and verbs And many other words, I'm like a Thunderbird I mean a Thundercat, that's just the way I act I put 'em on their back and that's a known fact I leave their motherfucking sound and their line flat You wanna habitat, where them G's at? I flip it like a mat and light it like a match Freddy Krueger Luda, with a Ruger on his lap Poom, pang, ping, kill a dream like that So where my niggas, yo? And where the bitches go? We paint a pretty picture from the ceiling to the flo' We tear the club up, been done fucked the streets though If you really want it all you gotta do is let me know You fucking with my Brotha Lynch, I'm busting Calicos *gunshot* I creep up on you, you don't wanna give you mo' Hotter than the sun, colder than an Eskimo Blap at 'em with the 4" and have 'em yelling Geronimo! [Hook] x16 Suicide watch [Outro] I don't know, (yeah) I mean My whole point is that I just- I just want it and I- and I need it What exactly is it that you want? I need- I need your blood all over me I think you've really gone mad No, I'm just playing I think you've really gone insane Let's just- just go in a [?] Well that's what you say But I read the other day that you know that it was only for [?] Meanwhile