Sit In That Corner by Brotha Lynch Hung
Sit In That Corner lyrics
[Intro]
No! Sit in that fuckin corner bitch!
No! Just sit in that fuckin corner and shut the fuck up, Bitch!
Should've kept you off the internet
Just sit in that fuckin corner bitch! Shut the fuck up!
[Verse 1]
Razorblade the nipples, Baby breastfeed me
I just saw your face on the TV, Look at that
They already think you're layin six feet deep, Took a nap
Now they on the news talkin 'bout they want their hooker back
I gave her back to 'em, Not before I took a bat, bashed in the head
Bathed in it and played in it and smashed in the Chev' back to the hideout
Shit, I took a machete and dug her fuckin eyes out
Now I'm on the internet, Muthafucka why not?
MySpace is my place, Pick her up and tie knots
Got her on the bed playin dead
Fucked her then I took her to the bathtub and made her bloody red
No matter what he said, Nigga he's The Ripgut
I saw him slice a niggaz dick up and cut a niggaz bitch up
Put her in the trash bag and that's that
He's on Facebook, She's in his face look
[Chorus]
So sit in that fuckin corner bitch!
(Where's my muthafuckin razorblade?)
(Hey, I'm tellin 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)
So sit in that fuckin corner bitch!
(Should've told them you wanted some damn uh, Christian Louboutin)
Aye, Sit in that corner bitch!
(Now I'm about to cut you, meat you, heat you and eat you, bitch! )
[Verse 2]
Yeah, She asked me for a cigarette, Here you go bitch, bet
First, Pull out the tiddies and I promise I'll get you wet
After I slit your neck, I keep 'em brainwashed
Cut open the skull in cold water, Get your brains washed
I'm in the kitchen with the Ithica, Rippin your bitches britches up
Itchin to get to spit the guts outta my mouth
Imma get it outta my house by cookin it and eatin it
And then I'm shittin it out like I do emcees
You will 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 they period, I'm serious now
It's about to take 3 hours like ham hogs
Trust me, I'm tryna feed all them kids and the damn dog
I don't want a ransom, I'm sicker than Charlie Manson and some
Like Chuckie, I'm cuttin up butt cheeks
[Chorus]
So sit in that fuckin corner bitch!
(Yeah, It's just about an hour left before dinner)
(You wanna watch a movie?)
Sit in that corner bitch!
(Instead of popcorn, I got pop corn alligator, You want some?)
So sit in that fuckin corner bitch!
(Oh okay, Well um, I gotta piss so uh, You need anything to drink?)
Aye, Sit in that corner bitch!
(Yeah, I also got diarrhea too, So uh you want a milkshake?)
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