i plotted (my next murder) lyrics – brotha lynch hung

“i plotted (my next murder)”

[intro:]
i seperated myself from most homies
cause my enemies started out to be close homies.
hehehehehe
yeah! dinner and a movie!
go buy my alb*m (that’s a fact)!
brotha lynch hung!

[verse 1]
yeah
i was sitting in a room with a pistol, schizo
fist full of bullets and my grip stoked, i’m mad
they say my music ain’t strange enough
so i signed at the dotted line with strangest stuff
now i’m back (i’m back), i’m bad like ll and ladies love me
but f*ck ’em i make they bodies smell, i got a psycho b*tch
she’ll cut you well
leave her in a trashcan, you better get my mail
i’m so serious, believe it
i’m furious from f*ckin’ them b*tches
while they on their periods, i’m seasick
see, here’s my brand new meat dish
intestins and bell peppers and onions
an salt my delicates, ya see
trick, i want you to want me
then i turn around and put ya head in my humvee

[chorus]
i plotted my next murder in the bedroom
gripping on a pistol
way too potent n’ like sisco
overdose
you ain’t getting up in the morning
hit you over dinner and a movie
i’m schizo
i plotted my next murder in the bedroom
gripping on a pistol
way too potent n’ like sisco
overdose
you ain’t waking up in the morning
hit you over dinner and a movie
i’m schizo

[verse 2]
somebody roll another motherf*ckin’ blunt
other motherf*ckers want
my siccness spit
put it up in ya mother c*nt
put it up in ya daughter’s b*tt
and just when that’s happening
my psycho b*tch is running up and she gone put a cap in em
slashin’ em, cut em half and b*tt it in that *ss
and after the fact
i’ma keep coming with psycho sh*t
murdering others like michael pitt
matter of fact, liposuction
gutt em up, cutt em up
my face is in the paper
all it said was “what a nut”
ya b*ttercup
you can’t even get with me did i stutter, what?
motherf*cker, somebody shut him up
before i plug him up, gun em up, when is enough?
n*gg*, nuts and hamburger
it’s just another d*mn murder.

[chorus]
i plotted my next murder in the bedroom
gripping on a pistol
way too potent n’ like sisco
overdose
you ain’t getting up in the morning
hit you over dinner and a movie
i’m schizo
i plotted my next murder in the bedroom
gripping on a pistol
way too potent n’ like sisco
overdose
you ain’t waking up in the morning
hitt you over dinner and a movie
i’m schizo

/ brotha lynch hung lyrics