Brains For Dinner

Lyrics for Brains For Dinner

Yuh, don't it get it twisted, man I do this rap shit for fun, you know? Real shit, turn my headphones up I'm from the hood, ooh Yeah, right there, I need niggas to hear me on this one I'm from the hood, ooh Yeah I can make [?] like a quiz Stack up fronts from the flip Take the first one, keep it his Spent the other dub on a trip Never do dirt with your bare hands, 'cause they dustin' for prints If anyone witnessed this crime, cut off they tongue and they lips I appetite for eating rappers, turn to beat the raptures I turn these creeps to Casper, read my lips All I speak is chapters Squeeze and blast 'em, make 'em bleed a bucket Then I bleach it after 'Cause I got OCD, but I made a neat disaster Since a kid, I've been sick in the head I never talked to my peers, I just whispered instead Head was overflown with thoughts Sometimes it dripped when I slip Every morning, shit, my mama thought I pissed in the bed Nigga, used to be stressed about gettin' no checks You gotta live till your dead, it's hard gettin' some rest 'Cause I'm hungry, I eat all summer and pray in winters Seven heads on my fireplace eating your brains for dinner, yeah I'm from the hood, ooh I'm from the hood, ooh I'm from the hood, ooh I'm from the hood, ooh Yeah, look I collect rappers, drag 'em, wrap 'em in the cover But death is way too easy, nah, I'd rather watch them suffer Jay said it ain't nothing to kill a nigga Pop 'em and leave 'em bleeding But you want something to kill a nigga while he still breathin' Facts, I talk the truth, they say I'm startin' trouble I touched so many lives, that shit gave me carpal tunnel I got tired of punching the clock, that shit scarred my knuckles And they only judge what you got, my mind dark as tunnels Cut ties with the same blade I used to slit they throats Use the same pen I write my raps with The pen and note to your family sayin' "It's not your fault," you know, give 'em hope Then walk right into your way like I didn't know That's how I treat these rappers Put on pressure to make 'em give up My loss is my motivation, 'cause bunny ain't raise a quitter Yeah, nigga, pain left us as trained killers It's food for though, nigga, I'm eatin' brains for dinner Yeah I'm from the hood, ooh I'm from the hood, ooh I'm from the hood, ooh I'm from the hood, ooh I'm from the hood, ooh I'm from the hood, ooh I'm from the hood, ooh