Return of Da Baby Killa lyrics

[Verse 1: Brotha Lynch Hung]
You better pray
When you see me put that nine up in that pus*y, ho
c*ck it back slow
Rock it back and forth, wait for the nut, then let my trigger go
BOOM!
pus*y-guts all over the room
If you ain't seen it, then you're fiendin' for the meanin' of that nina of doom
2 inches in and, uh, 4 inches out
You back that n*gga that pack that gat
And hit that indo-sack
It's like that
Cannabis sativa got me stuck on stump, fool
All it take is a wake, a fat green-bud blunt and a stunt
Cause it's that n*gga that work 'em n*gga deep and block creep
And witness murder, baby, kill a seed
Once it'll make you vomit
Guts in a mama's baby, nuts in a bottle, maybe it's common
Biatches keep f*ckin' and suckin' and keepin' it comin'
With they drama. POP! It's baby killa season
Put 6 in the clip, put it up that clit
And watch them baby's brains
Drip out that fetus
Bleed, it's that n*gga that kill 'em
I'll fill 'em all full for that sicc reason
Season of da siccness broodin', got me trippin' for no reason
[Hook: Brotha Lynch Hung]
Guess what daddy's bringin' home for supper
n*gga nuts and guts and slabs of human meat, motherf*cka
Now eat! Cause daddy's workin' hard for you, rilla
Killas run around everyday that's why I'm hard for you, n*gga!
Now eat! Guess what daddy's bringin' home for supper
n*gga nuts and guts and slabs of human meat, motherf*cka
Now eat! Cause daddy's workin' hard for you, rilla
Killas run around everyday that's why I'm hard for you, n*gga!

[Verse 2: Brotha Lynch Hung]
As I creep, picture every human that I see
Slabs of human meat cause my kids gotta eat
I lives kinda deep, dark, up in the cut
Where n*ggas load nines, and barrel-f*ck a sl*t
n*gga, what? You ain't even seen me in my prime
Eatin' baby brains, maybe veins, maybe spines
I know they be cryin' when I'm cuttin' off the neck
I'm peelin' off the skin for some bacon-fried croquette
Baby villain spine, that baby-killin' mind
A fifth pint of gin cause I know I’m doin' time
So catch me now before I do my next crime
My kids' gotta eat, somebody's baby's on the line, n*gga

[Hook: Brotha Lynch Hung]
Guess what daddy's bringin' home for supper
n*gga nuts and guts and slabs of human meat, motherf*cka
Now eat! Cause daddy's workin' hard for you, rilla
Killas run around everyday that's why I'm hard for you, n*gga!
Now eat! Guess what daddy's bringin' home for supper
n*gga nuts and guts and slabs of human meat, motherf*cka
Now eat! Cause daddy's workin' hard for you, rilla
Killas run around everyday that's why I'm hard for you, n*gga!
[Verse 3: Brotha Lynch Hung]
Get ready for the n*gga sh*t
That siccer-than-sicc gut ripgut
Pick-a-vic-up, f*ck 'em up with a couple of nine-milla slugs
And put ‘em on the ground with a tore-up mug
Slugs to the womb, guts all over the room that legion of doom
That S to the I-C-X with a locc and a tech for the throat
And a neck full of gunsmoke it up, locc
One for the n*gga who kills them infants
And since it's dinner time, I hit 'em with a nine-millimeter, meter
With n*gga-meat be breakin' up your skin
Never knew n*gga-meat cooked so thin!
So I pack me a nine-milla gat
And creep in the back of the 'Lac with a sack of the indo

[Hook: Brotha Lynch Hung]
Guess what daddy's bringin' home for supper
n*gga nuts and guts and slabs of human meat, motherf*cka
Now eat! Cause daddy's workin' hard for you, rilla
Killas run around everyday that's why I'm hard for you, n*gga!
Now eat! Guess what daddy's bringin' home for supper
n*gga nuts and guts and slabs of human meat, motherf*cka
Now eat! Cause daddy's workin' hard for you, rilla
Killas run around everyday that's why I'm hard for you, n*gga!

[Verse 4: Sicx]
That's right, once upon a time
A n*gga got hella sicc up in the schiz'
With a lie for the snitch, to the sticks and stones
To the "I'll be bones, to the pus*y clits"
To the baby di*ks and a manson mind
Nine-millimeter shells, they're blind!
Devils made a pact to f*ck with Max that he's one of a kind
Loadin up to the sh*t thats hella deep thatll have the passion to a soul who has the heart to put his mama in a casket
Who could it be? where can he be?
Locked up in the county!
Cause the bounty finally found a n*gga like me?
X-to-the-R-to-the-A-I-D-E-D
L-O-C
What's up, my n*gga? Pull this trigger
And take my motherf*ckin' legacy
But watch your back
n*ggas be claimin' that they sicc
But really don't know which way to go when they be f*ckin' up with my lunatic shiit
Have you ever seen your mama's c*ck? (Yeah!)
Have you ever seen a body drop? (Yeah!)
Have you even loaded up your Glock?
Well, I could gives a f*ck cause even then, n*gga, you not my n*gga
From that 24 Garden Block
That's doin' time
For shootin' shadows up in the dark
And tryin' to bite before he bark
Or when his heart stops from the Meadowview Glocks up in the cut
They tryna lynch my muthaf*cka to make some dice up out his nuts
And what the f*ck goes thru my n*gga's mind up in his cell?
That 24 Deep, no sleep, much stress, n*gga
n*gga must be livin' up in hell
And here I am, same motherf*cker that got my n*gga sicc
Tryin' to kill myself but slippin' more deeper into the siccness sh*t
[Hook: Sicx]
Guess what daddy's bringin' home for supper
n*gga nuts and guts and slabs of human meat, motherf*cka
Now eat!