Send in the Automated Clowns aka "Send in the Fools"

I'll send in the real clowns next.
THIS IS WHAT NIGGA KIDZ LISTENED TO in 2013, if they were age 8-12, they're the violent black kidz age 19-23 freely roaming the streets today.


Brotha Lynch Hung’s Mannibalector album is a cacophony of songs referring to body parts, blood and guts.

Fuckin' doors locked… Hey! Oh, man, y'all come in. Hey. Hey! Are… Are you sucking your son’s dick?! Bitch, you’re sucking your son’s dick, bitch?! You stupid bitch! Get the F**k out of my house!
[Verse 1]
Comin' with the meat cleaver, cut her in the neck, leave her
Put her on the ground like a beaver, see, um
Yeah, I'm comin' to get her, run up and get her with a machete
They comin' to get her without the liver, nigga
With a meat cleaver, leavin' the street bleedin'
Heapin' a heat seeker, nigga, I speak ether, he 'bout to leak feces
Wipin' up the streets with him, get 'em (Grr!)
Reminiscent of Waco
Take hoes and put 'em in a box, tomatoes
I hate 'em, cook 'em in Crisco and I filleted 'em and ate 'em
Filleted 'em and ate 'em, bakin' potatoes
Hot totty, stickin' a fork in a hot body
Hittin' the porch like a botched robbery
Not sorry, I'm the nigga hotter than hot coffee, nigga
Shittin' with no potty, mommy
Tell 'em I'm a sicko, psycho
Tell 'em I'mma hit the night though

Tell 'em I'm nitro
Tell 'em I'mma growl like motorcycle
Wrappin' 'em up like a tight rope (Grr!)
My brain is empty, I can't think, I'm insane, I'm simply
Sick in the head, get in the bed, I'm a murderer
Mannibal, cannibal, niggas really never heard of him

[Hook]
He's a meat doctor
Put her in the pot, made it hot, then I chopped her
I was floatin' in the air helicopter (Cocaine!)
Put butter in the pot then the hot sauce
Yeah, a lot of mothafuckers wanna talk stuff
All shocked when somebody else Glock pop
And they layin' in a box
Mannibalector right up in the grass, Operation Foxtrot
He's a meat doctor
Put her in the pot, made it hot, then I chopped her
I was floatin' in the air helicopter (Cocaine!)
Put butter in the pot then the hot sauce
Yeah, a lot of mothafuckers wanna talk stuff
All shocked when somebody else Glock pop
And they layin' in a box
Mannibalector right up in the grass, Operation Foxtrot
He's a meat doctor
Put her in the pot, made it hot, then I chopped her
I was floatin' in the air helicopter (Cocaine!)
Put butter in the pot then the hot sauce
Yeah, a lot of mothafuckers wanna talk stuff
All shocked when somebody else Glock pop
And they layin' in a box
Mannibalector right up in the grass, Operation Foxtrot
[Verse 2]
Hey, yeah
I'mma get deeper
Creepin' up in yo' backyard with a meat cleaver
Either you or your wife are 'bout to get it
Shoelace, choke the neck, coke and ex
It's like open sex, broke the neck
Then I put a body in a back of the Lex
I got a bad habit (Doin' what?)
Stickin' my dick in a corpse
Rippin' and pickin' apart
Simply gettin' a car
Yeah, nah, better do it (Grr!)
I'mma rip right through 'em
Cut 'em in half, bloodin' that ass when I chew 'em
Choppin' 'em up and then I get a brand new one (Grr!)
And I always love it, I just jack off when I'm thinkin' of it
You better back off, I'mma heat the oven
I'm like Jack Frost and my teeth is ugly
You just that soft, but the beef is lovely
Reheat that shit, then I eat that shit (Then what you do?)
Then repeat that shit, then repeat that shit, then repeat that shit
Nigga, better let the cops know
I keep more meat than they keep at Costco's
They don't really want it, cookin' 'em up in a pot slow
I'm a mini Roscoe's chicken and waffles

 
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