MDK lyrics

[Intro]
Murder, death, kill, we hungry
Murder, death, kill, we hungry

[Verse 1: Brotha Lynch Hung]
And I got bodies in the trunk, some of that cayenne pepper
Midnight just passed, better keep your eyes on Lector
I'm hidin' in your closet with a machete and trash bags
Spaghetti your insides, get ready, I been died
Dead like a zombie
Backpack full of that crack that'll make you go hug mommy
Mo' drugs on me
I'm too nice, but don't make me get that butcher knife cause I do slice
Television say I'm a monster, they look at me like I'm Ed Gein, guts in a box, red sin
And givin' b*tches head drama, I'm way worse
I scrape the skin off your back and make a human skin purse
Cuttin' this meat, Strange is invited to eat

[Hook] (x2)
Murder, death, kill, we hungry
Murder, death, kill, we hungry
Murder, death, kill, we hungry
Murder, death, kill, we hungry

[Verse 2: Trizz]
Ey, Lynch, is that a blunt? Roll that
Lace it with the cocaine, a n*gga need to smoke that
Forgot to take my Prozac, I'm tryin' to get my zone back
Shakin' and twitchin', ready to kill a n*gga, oh snap!
I feel alone to myself, so depressing
Stressed out, hectic, come close and get yo' neck slit
Reckless, rippin' sh*t out and give it as the message
Guts on your doorstep, wake ya up for breakfast
Send it out to Lynch for Dinner and a movie
Had the cops confused when they investigate, who, me?
f*ck jail, them n*ggas gon' have to shoot me
Goin' down fightin' on trial if they sue me
Fire up this doobie, spit a bloody loogie
Ripguts, look what drugs do to me
Somebody better save ya, sodomize and rape ya
b*tch, pick your face up and hand it to the strangla
[Hook] (x2)

[Verse 3: Brotha Lynch Hung]
Watching a b*tch scream, yeah, buddy, it wasn't as bloody as it seems
When it come to killing I'm a motherf*cking fiend
Catch me in the corner with ya mother sucking spleen
Bath salt n*gga, I pound the asphalt n*gga
Wrap you up in duck tape and put you in the bottom of the river
But this time I was sniffin' cocaine
Suicidal, 12 gauge pointed at my head
Kurt Cobain
What you watchin, get em up, got em up
sh*t you talkin, sh*t em up, cut em up
I be havin' bad dreams and I want brains
And Im bout to rape your daughter I am insane
A midnight killer, like it's a f*cking video game
And I need my own show cause I be cookin the game up
Like saute, all they, crew Wolf Gang Puck
Im rapin and f*ckin the beat n*gga gang f*ck
Cuttin this meat Trizz is invited to eat

[Hook] (x2)

[Verse 4: Trizz]
I hope you got my plate ready cause it's time to eat
Clean all the blood of my face, now its time to sleep
Move quick with the swift, Im a f*ckin ghost
Treat b*tches like my weed get chocked and smoked
f*ck my ex's, cause I done been played twice
Now Im trying to cut up those b*tches usin my steak knife
Take the A-1 sauce and pour it on their ass
Light a match, set it off,fire up the gas
Have my new b*tch join us for dinner
Tell Lynch to call this girl now we all up in her
Rip sh*t, grip sh*t, n*gga this the siccness
For instance I kill b*tches for attention
My idea of fun is f*ckin dead bodies
The devils inside me, this motherf*cker's hidin
Satan's takin over me, God whats gotten over me
I hope my angels dont leave, who else is gunna roll with me?
[Hook] (x2)