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Brotha Lynch Hung - Sit In That Corner Bitch!

[Verse 1:]
Razorblade to nipples, baby breastfeed me
I just saw your face on the TV 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
Baved it, plated it and smashed in the shev back to the hideout
Shit, I took a machete and dot 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
He's on Facebook, she's in the space look

[Chorus:]
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)

[Verse 2:]
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 vivigar 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 get all them kids in the damn dog
I don't want ransom I'm sicker than Charles Manson, Ansem
Like Chuckie I'm cutting your butt cheeks

[Chorus:]
Sit in that fucking corner bitch!
Sit in that corner bitch!
Sit in that fucking corner bitch!
Sit in that corner bitch!

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