Nutbagg
Brotha Lynch Hung

I don't give a fuck about what you think

I don't give a fuck about what you feel

Drop that album I'ma too feel

Crack that yak bitch pop that pill

I rock that still, sit in a cage

I got a f type of crap, pop that steel

I pop that feel

Y'all motherfuckers is not that real

I'm a nutbagg

I don't give a fuck about how you feel

About me, I kill for free, ever chill with me and

I don't give a fuck about how you feel

About me, I kill for free, I'm still just me


I'ma gutbag em up, toe tag em

Kick like into the drag and don't act em

Knife meat; put rat poison up in my I.V.

Try me, to crack niggas back to the crime scene

I'm a crime scene maker life taker,

Take em on a stage and rape em

No apron, I'ma scrape his face and face Satan

I'ma take his place and get a Jason

Mask, better be ready to duck fast,

Never be ready to face me I cut grass

Leave em dead I put three in the head

Then I feed him the dead and foresee to cut stab

I don't need to flip it I spit sick, got syphalistic

Your bitch get lit, I'm telling you this

It's the sickness shit, I'm smelling you this shit

You get twisted (grrr)

I'm in the rage, I didn't get paid

Now my life's stuck in the cage

I stayed with the same block in the gage

My heart's burning and I'm turning the page

Anybody that face me I get em flayed

Layed in the shade with a bag of ‘nades

I spit sicker than a bag of aids

'Bout to blow back up, so I have grenades (boom!)

Get sick'd of this, get a butcher knife

Slit your bitch's wrists, now you took a life

And a 56 and a hooker like

Yo bitch is with me, tell her goodnight

I'm 51, 51, 50

Don't get the hong, lick

You gon' get licked, don't sit too rich

Lynch is gon' get it

Don't get with this quick

I spit liquid


I don't give a fuck about what you think

I don't give a fuck about what you feel

Drop that album I'ma too feel

Crack that yak bitch pop that pill

I rock that still, sit in a cage

I got a f type of crap, pop that steel

I pop that feel

Y'all motherfuckers is not that real


I'm a nutbagg


I don't give a fuck about how you feel

About me, I kill for free, ever chill with me and

I don't give a fuck about how you feel

About me, I kill for free, I'm still just me


I'ma put average niggas up in the attic

take they bitches and stab em up in the abdomen

Leaving bodies on medicine after new I'm havin you

For dinner and a movie after I stab at you

You got bit of the sickness, nigga haven't you

It's like cocaine so I don't got an attitude

Badabim, badabum I'm in your room

And all I wanna do is sing another tune

Ring another tool, bring another hookie

Cut up, what up, shit nut up, with us

Get fucked up with us and don't fuck with us

Get cut up the butt, quick shut up your butt slit

Razorblades, today's the day, cause you paved the way

For two day to get ate up

Shave his legs, and two pays get blazed up

Eat his brains and put flames in they guts

Emriel Lagassi, your posse

You don't see what I see you're not me

With this shit I'ma get my monoply

Not even a freight train can stop me

Not even a straight cane could rock me

Use weed to maintain a top speed

Low down, slow down with the fo' pound, no now, you go now (you go now! grr!)

I'm in the rage, I didn't get paid

Now my life's stuck in the cage

I stayed with the same block in the gage

My light's burning and I'm turning the page

Anybody that face me I get em flayed

Layed in the shade with a bag of ‘nades

I get sicker than a bag of aids

'Bout to blow back up, so I have grenades


I don't give a fuck about what you think

I don't give a fuck about what you feel

Drop that album I'ma too feel

Crack that yak bitch pop that pill

I rock that still, sit in a cage

I got a f type of crap, pop that steel

I pop that feel

Y'all motherfuckers is not that real

I'm a nutbagg


I don't give a fuck about how you feel

About me, I kill for free, ever chill with me and

I don't give a fuck about how you feel

About me, I kill for free, I'm still just me


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