The Coathanga

Brotha Lynch Hung & C.O.S. da Criminal - Rap, Hip-Hop
The Coathanga
2 Plays
Duration: 4:02
Lyrics
[Verse 1: Brotha Lynch Hung] The coat- the coathanga The throat- the throat strangla Bangin' the GB, online like 3G I'm coming in 3D with these bullets and no bullshit In the back of the van I carry full clips Don't believe me? Watch YouTube, I pull shit I cause enough blood that you could fill pools with You motherfuckers know the name, I'm insane and I'm still Loc 2 Da Brain and ain't nothin' to fool with The Coathanga Strangla Bangin' 'em up, maintain in the cut, put your brain in a cup Brotha Lynch Hung and I ce hangin' 'em up Wearin' 'em out like clothes so niggas don't know it's me, Spydie Niggas'll suck nut and eat shit just to be by me Shit'll get fucked up in the anal, just blame your breezy I see spitters on a daily basis Put 'em into muddy places Bloody meat is what he tasted I like to fry 'em and then I cum in they faces And that's just one of the cases [Hook] With the chainsaw leave your brains raw, somebody just got cut So when I'm coming in your window with a machete and a pistol Best believe it's just to get me a nut With the chainsaw leave your brains raw, somebody just got cut So when I'm coming in your window with a machete and a pistol Best believe it's just to get me a nut [Verse 2: Brotha Lynch Hung] To rappers I'm like John Wayne Gacy Like ICP with the clown face, I be killin' 'em up, then I eat bacon He's Jason Voorhees with a whore on her knees Suckin' me up, 'bout to get the head cut off 'cause I see faces Spittin' on niggas, I'm disrespectful, I'm a necrophiliac Niggas'll get petro'd Gas niggas everyday, ask niggas EBK As if a nigga would, as if a nigga could I wish a nigga would test me Guess who's my brand new recipe Open your chest like open sesame Open your chest with these bullets, I pull it and it kills niggas Puttin' holes in your Tommy Hilfiger, let the reals get ya Feed 'em the pills with the Bloody Mary's hot sauce Soon as it pops off then it clocks off All the cops saw is red on the walls Blood in your draws, eatin' you all Beatin' the dog shit outta bitches [Hook] With the chainsaw leave your brains raw, somebody just got cut So when I'm coming in your window with a machete and a pistol Best believe it's just to get me a nut With the chainsaw leave your brains raw, somebody just got cut So when I'm coming in your window with a machete and a pistol Best believe it's just to get me a nut
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Credits
- Writers
- C.O.S. da Criminal
- Brotha Lynch Hung