Testi Rest in Piss - Brotha Lynch Hung, Doomsday Productions

Rest in Piss

I was a dead man, walking they say, so every night I hit the J
Load the AK and post up, in the window till come day, anyway hey
I feel the payback simmering in my brain
The thoughts of death cloud my mind
As my niggas is gone away many clips and 24 riches, packed
But who really got my back, fade
Now that them niggas done hit the grave
I’m killing them off for the old days
24 ways and a 24 sack of that purple kush’ll make me sicker
Than sick and even get Ripgut Cannibal if you wish cause nigga
It’s EBK everyday all day to the day I die
I’m creepin through your set with a mini mac 10 AR15
Ruger with a 12 gauge pump in the trunk and a black beanie disguise
That nigga that you can’t see just cause of them bloccsta locs over my eyes
Crept like a black cat through the mack
With a mac10 on my lap and a fat sack of that shag
Took a hit of that shit and seen some niggas with a fo fifth
So I let 'em have it
Ounces of OE four-oh, no-doz, Indonesia spliffs
And a 9 millimeter for the nigga that’ll dump
And pump one in your bitch
And put her in her grave with that empty 40 ounce bottle and don’t leave a drip
Then bounce to the ounce
In a 'llac with a mac and a fat fat sack of that Indo shit
I’m sicker than sick them niggas they gotta admit when I
Grab my shit you either gone or get caught with a hot one
Nigga so rest in piss
Just call me Agent Double O Deuce 4 Blocc
I got that 9 milli Glock and ready to put one in your knot
Rest in Piss (Shit)
From the reps of the depths of the double-O deuce four block
With a Glock in the pocket full of that cess
You better wear a bullet proof vest
When I’m at your set better pack you a tech
Cause I’m at your neck with a clip full of that shit
Nigga don’t trip when I put one in your dick that Ripgut Cannibal Hannibal shit
Nigga nuts and guts all over my chest and stomach
Running to the 'llac threw my strap in the back
Twist me up a sack and I’m back at the Garden Block
Kicking it with maniac
The nigga that’ll maim, react
Sicker than sick when a clip’s in progress
Put 'em on the ground
With a brain full of them nine slugs, then read 'em in Reader’s Digest, Uh!
I found a new love trickling in my brain
Half of the doja
Half of the OE
Half of the fact that I’m that insane nigga
From the deuce four blockster
Where niggas never put their Glocks up
And get their cocks sucked nigga you just can’t stop a
Locc to the brain insane with a main gang that’ll maintain
Untouchable cut your throat and leave you in the street
With a lynch around your throat motherfucker
Cause you ain’t got no love for the block
Pop! Caught a hot for that 24 street block
Nigga that took a shot rest in piss