Besedila:
Brotha Lynch Hung Lynch By Inch Suicide Note

love for them Once went and this shit got grim killin me softly it's costly jack they chin if They eminem bend 1dial1 800 o gold and you picture me surrounded by

in here wid my nigga C-O once again Ya know what I'm sayin? And the motherfuckin' bad news is What? Suspicion is back Ya know, here we go [Brotha Lynch Hung

Til we run out the school, the school of hard knocks That's real Bout to show you somethin' new, don't worry about it Uh-huh, yeah [Verse 1] Never had

Get the kids and the wife and I'm 'bout to Hold 'em hostage if I don't get what I want Cut 'em up in little sausages, wreckless how Lynch is You want

up man? [Lynch] Whats that? Its that prozac [Lynch] How many - how many milligrams is that? Shit, five hundred. Better watch out for these boys [Lynch

then I sneak three by ya Before ya realise you been hit my nigga Lynch beside ya With the nozzle of his grill stuffed an inch inside ya Flood ya nostrils

Yeah, I'm in the dark on these niggas... Okay [Verse 1] Maybe they don't know I'ma, O.E You just a king cobra straight No via satellite, it'd take

I be havin' bad dreams about doin' bad things No money, my momma is gone, it's a sad thing And the devil is laughin, if there was such a thing You couldn