The Corpse Came to Dinner

[Verse 1]<br>It`s a must that I bust any strap ya hand ta me<br>It`s inherited, it runs in the family<br>Niggaz in the town got pounds of beef<br>Threaten a niggaz life, make it sound so sweet<br>I peel `em back like corn-on-the-cob, cap peel `em<br>Make `em sound like a whore on the job<br>Witta Mac in the backpack, fulla that crack sack<br>Gettin` it off (Better have my muthafuckin money)<br>Bitch where my siccmade `til I die shit, nobody saw<br>So I was able ta wipe the blood off the hallway walls<br>Ain`t got nothin ta live for<br>Can`t even trust a bitch, might have ta leave her alone<br>Ma had ta dig a ditch, shit so rigorous<br>Dealin` wit hataz, snitchaz, and bitchaz, get they brains gone<br>Find a new home, you one life is gone<br>Cuz I`m O-One, check the clock<br>And if these walls could talk, muthafuckaz`ll be shot<br>I`m about ta go 51-50, got nobody wit me<br>Stressed out like Whitney, Bobby Brown, weed and whiskey<br>Smokin` Newports, no support <br>But like Too Short I keep it goin`<br>Shootin` up forts, who in this sport wanna fuck wit me <br>Come on the court, rippin` out insides<br>Puttin` stains on thangs, that`s when I rip-ride <br>And I slip-slide through the Gardens witta bloody t-shirt, it won`t hurt<br>Look at this way, 6 feet deep in the dirt won`t hurt<br>Flirtin` wit murda, I leave `em unheard of<br>And I`m sicca than period pads drippin`<br>All over your hands gettin` <br>The back seat or the trunk, it`s your choice<br>Dead or alive, smothered and fried<br>The way you better uncover your eyes, I`m in the skies<br>Witta 9 tryin` ta take out your spine<br>Nobody know crime, throw up that sicc sign<br>And strike hard like stricc-nine<br>No recovery, you other G niggaz betta duck<br>Leave you in the tuxed up<br>Psycho, off the wall like Michael<br>Always paranoid cuz I be blowin` out that nitro<br>All day, every day, murda spray, got you in Glad Bags<br>Headed for the pad, and you can ask my dad<br>I was a scavenger, 14 years old eatin` scabs<br>Graduated ta nigga meat, but I don`t wanna brag<br>Fuck Jeffry Dohmer, he a muthafuckin fag<br>I got nigga nuts and guts in the bag, draggin` `em ta the pad<br><br>[Chorus]<br>(Corpse came ta dinner)<br>Ziplock, body-bag, toe-tag, wet t-shirt, black mask<br>Ziplock, body-bag, toe-tag, wet t-shirt, black mask<br>(Corpse came ta dinner)<br>Ziplock, body-bag, toe-tag, wet t-shirt, black mask<br>Ziplock, body-bag, toe-tag, wet t-shirt, black mask<br>(Corpse came ta dinner)<br>Ziplock, body-bag, toe-tag, wet t-shirt, black mask<br>Ziplock, body-bag, toe-tag, wet t-shirt, black mask<br>(Corpse came ta dinner)<br>Ziplock, body-bag, toe-tag, wet t-shirt, black mask<br>Ziplock, body-bag, toe-tag, wet t-shirt, black mask<br><br>[Verse 2]<br>Fuck under the influence, I`m hella fucked up<br>Swervin` down the freeway, spillin` my cup<br>Tryin` take you out this rap on the Underbelly<br>He ain`t shit, he `bout ta be in the trunk smelly<br>By me and my Relly, you never know<br>Whatever tho, I got auto magazines and that weak intro<br>What you got against me?<br>Don`t you know I rip niggaz up, turn `em ta minced meat<br>Well if you got some sense, beat it, like raw eggs <br>I used ta have hella homies, now they all hate<br>But I`ma leave it alone, I`m on my own like a voodoo nigga<br>If a nigga want ta get ate, what would you do nigga<br>I was too cool wit `em, group of niggaz and they tripped on me<br>Gave `em a little bit of fame, then they dipped on me<br>But you know, it`s all in the game, tell the crip homie <br>Ta hit `em witta slug in the brain, that`s what you get from me<br>Crash dummy, your careers defected<br>And you ain`t sold a record last time I checked it<br>You just keep knockin`, I feel disrespected <br>Now your neck got disconnected by the Lynch Hung necklace<br>Hey, I leave `em red, and I don`t eat the head<br>Let the Tec spit and chop niggaz down ta the ground like Judge Dread<br>Come up in the door lookin` just like a fed<br>And you call yourself a rap vet<br>Get out the bed, and let me fuck her like she should be fucked<br>All in the butt, wit the 9 milly, swallowin` nut<br>And you see me in black clothes, creepin` from the back<br>Don`t know how ta act, black blankets fulla Mac`s<br>I use `em for nutsacks and full body sacks<br>Better not let your daughter out, end up in the slaughter house<br>Chokin` and spittin`, chest open and bleedin`<br>And me fuckin` her from the back, and I hope for you ta see it<br><br>[Chorus]<br>(Corpse came ta dinner)<br>Ziplock, body-bag, toe-tag, wet t-shirt, black mask<br>Ziplock, body-bag, toe-tag, wet t-shirt, black mask<br>(Corpse came ta dinner)<br>Ziplock, body-bag, toe-tag, wet t-shirt, black mask<br>Ziplock, body-bag, toe-tag, wet t-shirt, black mask<br>(Hey Folks, open the door nigga)<br>Ziplock, body-bag, toe-tag, wet t-shirt, black mask<br>Ziplock, body-bag, toe-tag, wet t-shirt, black mask<br>(Nah, nah, open the trunk)<br>Ziplock, body-bag, toe-tag, wet t-shirt, black mask<br>Ziplock, 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