Rest In Piss (Explicit)

(Brotha Lynch)

(talking)

Yeah Im back up in this motherf**ker

For the 9 whatever the f**k

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 ni**a 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 ni**a 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 sh*t and seen some niggas with a 4-5

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

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

and put one in your b**ch 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 sh*t

I'm sicker than sick you niggas gotta admit when I

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

ni**a 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" (Sh*t) (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 sh*t

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

Hannibal sh*t ni**a 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 ni**a 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 ni**a

it's that duece foe blockster

where niggas never put their glocks up

and get their cocks sucked ni**a 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 motherf**ker

cause you ain't got no love foe the block

pop gotta hot foe that 24 street block

ni**a that took a shot rest in piss

(Chorus)