Sweeney Todd

[Intro: Lauren Brinson]

The demon barber Sweeney Todd is the English boogieman, the character

Older children call upon to frighten their friends and younger children

Unruly youngsters are cautioned against mi************ehaving with threats

Of being attacked by Sweeney, and served up in a meat pie

[Brotha Lynch Hung]

(*Inhaling and coughing*)

Y'all better be high when y'all hear this

This ************t is a little different..

(*Couching and exhaling*)

[Verse 1]

Okay, let me spit this scripture

After I kill a ****** I pull out the phone and take a quick picture

******s call me Sweeney Todd cause I cut 'em up and make Philly steaks

Bend the bones and they really break, then refrigerate, I'm a sixer

I saw some ************t when I was six and it got my head ****** up

Told my mama homegirl played with my ************ (I'm serious, son)

And it felt sick, then about six minutes later it got thick

Then I been nuttin' on they faces ever since

I think I'm missin' the brain

I be sewin' up skin suits and hangin' 'em up in the closet

The rest, I throw that ************ in the bay

I really should keep takin' my Prozac

Cause I'll make your door wet in a throwback jersey, Tony Dorsett

Baby's mamas suckin' they kid's ************ is what I witness

I slit that ************ in the wrist when I seen that ************t, God is your witness

I watched her bleed all over the couch, then the ************ start screamin'

So I put the duct tape all over her mouth, after death, start eatin'

************t, I'm a mother******' barber

With a straight razor and I'm the reason they keep findin' things in the harbor

I brag about it, wrote letters to the police, I don't give a ******

I put that nine millimeter to your head before they lock me up

I know, you lookin' for them tight rhymes in the night time

I ************ne and I spit harder than a pipeline when I write mine

So I ain't worried about your light lines, ******

I just want your lifeline, for some reason your rap sound just like mine

[Verse 2]

Okay, let me spit this scripture

******s want me to fall and you can see it like a picture

I throw it like a pitcher, you can catch it like a back catcher

Hit you up in the helmet, the ref won't like it, that's suspected

Strip 'em butt-naked, eat it for breakfast, ************, I cut them sections up

You don't believe it, but they up in the freezer, they all sectioned up

I like meat, I just started eatin' vegetables

Hit 'em with the AK-47, now he's a vegetable

See, ready, set, go, behead 'em, family, let go

I'm about to let Tech know, then we 'bout to wet cess, oh!

Then I'm 'bout to have ***, oh! Then I'm 'bout to slit necks, no!

Then I'm 'bout to get wet

I'm a hostile and it's possible that I cut you up so much

That it ain't no need for the hospital

Math couldn't even make you logical

You tryin' to ****** with me, that's who, that's why your whole roster broke

So many can take this rum, I better watch my back

These ******s'll pop at me, but ******, I'll pop right back

[Outro]

Strange Music, in the house

(*Inhaling and coughing*)

Smokin' ******, all day

Get ready, fully loaded

Your boy Spiderman

Seven on the mother******' beat

And of course, Rob Rebeck, you nah'mean?

Shout outs to Tech N9ne, Kutt Calhoun, Krizz Kaliko, Stevie Stone

Cali Bear Gang, Tall Cann G, COS

Special shout out to my ****** Mellow Yellow

And my ****** Hopsin for gettin' on the tracks with me

G-Macc, Trizz, ¡Mayday!, Irv Da Phenom, my ****** G-Smooth

You nah'mean? Hold up

(*Inhaling and coughing*)

Chaplin Studios

Thank you for havin' me back

You nah'mean?

It's your boy, aka Spiderman, in the mother******' house

And I'm out.. and I'm out

And I'm outAnnotate