Che Noir Brains For Dinner
[Intro]
Yuh, don't it get it twisted, man
I do this rap shit for fun, you know?
Real shit, turn my headphones up
I'm from the hood, ooh
Yeah, right there, I need niggas to hear me on this one
I'm from the hood, ooh
Yeah
[Chorus]
I can make [?] like a quiz
Stack up fronts from the flip
Take the first one, keep it his
Spent the other dub on a trip
Never do dirt with your bare hands, 'cause they dustin' for prince
If anyone witnessed this crime, cut off they tongue and they lips
I appetite for eating rappers, turn to beat the raptures
I turn these creeps to Casper, read my lips
All I speak is [?]
Squeeze and blast 'em, make 'em bleed a bucket
Then I bleach it after
'Cause I got OCD, but I made a neat disaster
Since a kid, I've been sick in the head
I never talked to my peers, I just whispered instead
Head was overflown with thoughts
Sometimes it dripped when I slip
Every morning, shit, my mama thought I pissed in the bed
Nigga, used to be stressed about gettin' no checks
You gotta live till your dead, it's hard gettin' some rest
'Cause I'm hungry, I eat all summer and pray in winters
Seven heads on my fireplace eating your brains for dinner, yeah
[Bridge]
I'm from the hood, ooh
I'm from the hood, ooh
I'm from the hood, ooh
I'm from the hood, ooh
Yeah, look
[Verse]
I collect rappers, drag 'em, wrap 'em in the cover
But death is way too easy, nah, I'd rather watch them suffer
Jay said it ain't nothing to kill a nigga
Pop 'em and leave 'em bleeding
But you want something to kill a nigga while he still breathin'
Facts, I talk the truth, they say I'm startin' trouble
I touched so many lives, that shit gave me carpal tunnel
I got tired of punching the clock, that shit scarred my knuckles
And they only judge what you got, my mind dark as tunnels
Cut ties with the same blade I used to slit they throats
Use the same pen I write my raps with
The pen and note to your family sayin'
"It's not your fault," you know, give 'em hope
Then walk right into your way like I didn't know
That's how I treat these rappers
Put on pressure to make 'em give up
My loss is my motivation, 'cause bunny ain't raise a quitter
Yeah, nigga, pain left us as trained killers
It's food for though, nigga, I'm eatin' brains for dinner
[Outro]
Yeah
I'm from the hood, ooh
I'm from the hood, ooh
I'm from the hood, ooh
I'm from the hood, ooh
I'm from the hood, ooh
I'm from the hood, ooh
I'm from the hood, ooh