Sit In That Corner B**ch! - Brotha Lynch Hung

Sit in that fuckin' corner bitch

(No just sit in that fuckin' corner and shut the fuck up Bitch)

Should’ve kept you off the internet

Just sit in that fuckin' corner bitch

Shut the fuck up

Razorblade to nipples, baby breastfeed me

I just saw your face on the TV (look at that) and they already think you’re

laying six feet deep

Took a nap, now they on the news talking 'bout how they want the nigga back

I gave her back to 'em, but not before I took a bat, bashed her in the head

Bathed in it, played in it and smashed in the shev back to the hideout

Shit, I took a machete and dug her fucking eyes out

Now I’m on the internet, motherfucker why not?

MySpace is my place;

pick her up and tie knots

Got her on the bed playing dead, fuck it then I took her to the bathtub

And made her bloody red, no matter what he said

Nigga he’s the ripper, I saw him slice a nigga’s dick up

And cut a nigga’s bitch up, put her in the trash bag and that’s that

Sit in that fucking corner bitch!

(My motherfucking razorblade)

(Hey, I’m telling you bitch, you better take me serious)

Sit in that corner bitch!

(Remember when you got that computer for Christmas?)

(Yeah that’s why you’re here)

Sit in that fucking corner bitch

Sit in that corner bitch

(Now I’m about to cut you, and eat you and heat you and beat you bitch)

She asked me for a cigarette, here you go bitch back

First pull out your titties and I promise I can get you wet

After I slit your neck, I keep 'em brainwashed, cut open the score

Cold while they get their brains washed

I’m in the kitchen with a Ithica ripping your bitches spliffining

And bitchin to get you to split the guts

Outta my mouth, I’m a get that outta my house

By cooking it and eating it and shitting it out

I can do mc, he won’t find shit all in the couch

Shit in the bathroom and shit in the mouth

And razorblades and alcohol, shit in the pouch

Like 50 bitches on periods, I’m serious now

It’s about to take 3 hours like hand paws

Trust me I’m tryna eat all them kids and the damn dog

I don’t want ransom I’m sicker than Charles Manson, Ansem

Like Chuckie I’m cutting your butt cheeks

Sit in that fucking corner bitch!

(Yes, it’s just about an hour left before dinner, you wanna watch a movie?)

Sit in that corner bitch!

(Instead of popcorn, I got popcorn alligator, you want some?)

Sit in that fucking corner bitch!

(Okay, well uhm, I gotta piss, so um, you need something to drink?)

Sit in that corner bitch!

(I also got diarrhea too, so uh, you want a milkshake?)

«Maybe I should have killed 4−500 people, then I would have felt better,

then I would have felt like I really offered society something.»