Rest in Piss

(Brotha Lynch)

Yeah I'm back up in this ************

For the 9 whatever the ****

You know I ain't dead yet

I'm with my real loc ******

I was a dead man, walking they say, so every night I hit the gates

Load the AK and post up, in the window till come day, anyway hey

I feel the payback simmering in my brain

but thoughts of death cloud my mind

As my ****** is gone away many clips and 24 riches, packed

but who really got my back

now that them ****** done 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 ***** 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 ***** that you can't see jus kuz of dem glocks and locs

over my eyes crept like a black cat with a mac

with a mac 10 in my lap and a fat sack of that crack

took a hit of that **** and seen some ****** with a 4-5

So I let 'em have it bounce to the O you know trippin

on that Indonesian **** and a 9 millimeter for you to dump

and put one in your ***** 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 sack of dat indo ****

I'm sicker than sick them ****** gotta admit when I

grab my **** you either gone or get caught with a hot one

***** so rest in piss

(Chorus)

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" (****) (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 ****

***** don't trip when i put one in your **** that Ripgut Cannibal

Hannibal **** ***** 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 at the Garden Block

kicking it with maniac the ***** 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 *****

it's that duece foe blockster

where ****** never put their glocks up

and get their cocks sucked ***** 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 ************

cause you ain't got no love foe the block

pop gotta hot foe that 24 street block

***** that took a shot rest in piss

(Chorus)