Rest In Piss Lyrics

Rest In Piss lyrics

(Brotha Lynch)
(talking)
Yeah Im back up in this motherfucker
For the 9
whatever the fuck
You know I ain't dead yet
I'm with my real loc
niggas
I was a dead man, walking they say, so every night I hit the
gates
Loc'ed up ak and post up, in the window till come day, anyway hey
I
feel the pay, back simmering in my brain
But thought to 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 hit the grave
I'm killing
them off for the olds days
24 ways and a 24 sack of that purple cush and
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 yo set
with a mini mac 10
AR15 rugga with a 12 guage pump in the trunk
and a
black beany disguise
That nigga that you can't see glocks and locs
over
my eyes crept like a black cat with a mac
with a mac 10 in my lap with fat
sack of that crack
took a hit of that shit and seen some niggas with a
4-5
So I let 'em have it bounce to the O you know trippin
on that
Indonesian shit and a 9 millimeter for you to dump
and put 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 that ounce
with a lack and a mac and a fat pack
shit
I'm sicker than sick you niggas gotta admit when I
grab my shit you
either gone or get caught with a hot one
nigga so rest in
piss
(Chorus)
Just call me agent double O duece foe block
I got that 9
milli glock and ready to put one in your knot
"Rest in Piss" (Shit) (repeat
4x)
(verse 2)
(Brotha Lynch)
From the rep of the depth of the double
O
duece foe block with a glock in my pocket
full of that sess you betta
wear a bullet proof vest
When I'm match your set betta 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 with no slack threw my
strap in the back
twist me up a sack and I'm back on the block
kicking it
with maniac the nigga that a maniac sicker than sick
when a clips in progress
put on the ground
with a brain full of them nine slugs read him in Reader's
Digest
uh I found a new love trickeling in my brain half of the doja
half
of the OE half of the fact that i am insane nigga
it's that duece foe
blockster
where niggas never put their glocks up
and get their cocks
sucked nigga you just can't stop us
loc to the brain insane with a main game
that will 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 foe the block
pop gotta hot foe that 24 street block
nigga that
took a shot rest in piss
(Chorus)