Stabbed lyrics

[Intro: Brotha Lynch Hung]
You know how people be sayin' that I, uhm
Talk to dead bodies, uh, uh, everybody say that
Are you dead? Nah, f*ck it, you don't have to say nothin'
Anyway, any-, you attack Tech for nothin'
Hopsin go through that same sh*t
Aight, we gon' handle this
You want somethin' to eat?
Aight, get you somethin' to eat
Or you might be eaten!

[Verse 1: Brotha Lynch Hung]
n*ggas in Sacramento don't want it with me
Tuckin' a .50 cal, should get me now, I'm 51-50
I bet a n*gga won't try me, I like to fry 'em up
Line 'em up, bring 'em in front of me, I'ma dye 'em up
I put his nuts in a bag and send it to mommy
And have her yellin', "What's in the bag?", I'm a tsunami
n*ggas attackin' my label get wrapped in a cable
I'm back in the stable and I'm killin' 'em, crackin' an Eggo
(Grrr!) Mad-ass, bad-ass, everybody be wantin' to have that, nah-that
Givin' me somethin' to stab at, yeah-that
I'ma be huntin' they ass back (Brrat-brrat!)
I'ma be somethin' to deal with, real sh*t
See the only way I eat is if I kill sh*t
Me and Tech and Hopsin gon' pop 'em
Put 'em right in the lake, "Hey, don't drop 'em"
Told 'em not to f*ck with us, n*gga
[Hook: Brotha Lynch Hung & Tech N9ne]
n*ggas' about to get stabbed (Grrr!)
n*ggas' about to get stabbed (Errrrrr!)
n*ggas' about to get stabbed (Grrr!)
n*ggas' about to get stabbed (Errrrrr!)
n*ggas' about to get stabbed (Grrr!)
n*ggas' about to get stabbed (Errrrrr!)
n*ggas' about to get stabbed (Grrr!)
n*ggas' about to get stabbed (Errrrrr!)

[Verse 2: Tech N9ne]
He said he wanted K.O.D. to come do this... Ok
People don't feel me, I think I'm really Michael Myers
You think it's silly, not givin' a f*ck until the psycho fires
When I go higher, you said to me, "Why do you need a rifle, sire?"
My pill is to kill a man, I'm illin', yeah, snipe your eye, I light your fire
Leave us, now he's after Jesus-ah
Happy Holidays, I am f'ing Ebenezer-hah
Oh, what a teaser, he was not a bleeder
But you need to believe that I feed, I'm eager-hah, hah
Yeah, I heard what he said
He ain't able to spit another verse when he dead
Burnt a n*gga, serve him the curb then he bled
With Bourbon, I swerve to put his virgin into bed!
(Cha!) Yeah (Cha!), you n*ggas gotta be kiddin' me, not even hittin' me
'Bout to get your bodily stiff and thee ought to be kissin' me ass bad
That'll be sad because the n*gga's about to get stabbed, jab!
Why do they persist, Lynch?
When they know that we'll kill 'em all
[Hook: Brotha Lynch Hung & Tech N9ne]
n*ggas' about to get stabbed (Grrr!)
n*ggas' about to get stabbed (Errrrrr!)
n*ggas' about to get stabbed (Grrr!)
n*ggas' about to get stabbed (Errrrrr!)
n*ggas' about to get stabbed (Grrr!)
n*ggas' about to get stabbed (Errrrrr!)
n*ggas' about to get stabbed (Grrr!)
n*ggas' about to get stabbed (Errrrrr!)

[Verse 3: Hopsin]
I was brought up as a man that loved to laugh
Greetin' everybody with a handshake (Hello)
Until I built a fan base, now I gotta deal with
Groupie n*ggas I run into every damn day! (Rampage)
I swear to God I'm hopin' to leave a n*ggas rib cracked
How the f*ck they find out where I live at?
Motherf*ckers all up in my bidness every minute
When I be chillin' with women they be comin' up tryin' to chitchat
Get back!
Oh, sh*t, what the f*ck did I get into?
No autographs, I'm tryin' to chill with my friends, dude
Yeah, don't surround me, I can't move
Can't you see I'm tryin' to get to my vehicle? Please let the man through!
I ain't feelin' no sorry and I finna go hit up my n*gga Lynch
I'ma borrow a knife and startle the lives of anybody buggin' me
I don't know if I'ma kick 'em or cut 'em, man, it's hard to decide
I'ma start to devise a method of deadly weapons
No question about it, you run up then you gon' get affected
Go step in the ring if you fools dare to
You gon' second-guess on takin' a picture with me 'cause you too scared to
(Aight, ayy, hold up my, n*gga, ayy) What's up, man
(You n*gga Hop, right?) Yeah
(The white contacts skating on a skateboard)
Ayy, I gotta go real quick (Can I get a picture with you, my-?)
Nah, man, get outta my-, get the f*ck out of my face, fool!
[Hook: Brotha Lynch Hung & Tech N9ne]
n*ggas' about to get stabbed (Grrr!)
n*ggas' about to get stabbed (Errrrrr!)
n*ggas' about to get stabbed (Grrr!)
n*ggas' about to get stabbed (Errrrrr!)
n*ggas' about to get stabbed (Grrr!)
n*ggas' about to get stabbed (Errrrrr!)
n*ggas' about to get stabbed (Grrr!)
n*ggas' about to get stabbed (Errrrrr!)