Trouble - Brotha Lynch Hung, Doomsday Productions

I’m hot enough to make your skin bubble

Packin a Smith & Wesson

Uh oh, trouble, don’t say nothin

You can tell that I’m evil

By the arch in my eye bra

But I ain’t got no pitchfork

I stick niggas with this sawed-off

Clear your porch

Hit the floor, duck behind your couch

If I don’t hear enough screamin

I’m burning down your house

Apocolypse the barbarian

I kill humanitarians

Pillage your village

Slaughter your children

And rape your women

Bustin through that door like dun da dun da

Bitches hit the floor on the double

Bust off a couple

Rounds and let it bubble

In your belly

Bullets dipped in formaldehyde

So when they hit you

You embalmed and ready

To get carried

Buried up in your grave

Trust me, I’m that deadly

Just test me if you brave

Eklypse I stay sick

Eith Pit, Playboy, and Lynch

Kill a bitch nigga quick

And run a train on his bitch nigga

I wish these niggas would try to rough me for the chips

I got metal muscle with silent tips

And pistol grips give violent trips

First I’m cool with you

Then I’m not

When you run up on me I pop pistols

Gun up on me it’s all official

I’m chewin bone grissels

Your family gonna miss you

Do away done with you

You should of had a gun with you

I got pistols

You know cookin utensils

That shit that’ll make your skin bubble

Fuckin with these plague niggas

You gotsta know you in trouble

Trouble (repeat 8 times)

I keeps it real thats the deal

Headbuttin motherfuckers like Evander Holyfield

I makes a full course dinner

Out of roadkill

Pops some pills

Smoke some sherms

Drunk as fuck

Rollin up a blunt

When I get through smokin it

I’m comin to your house nigga

What’s for breakfast

Kickin in your door

At 3:47 in the morning

I got my ??

yawnin

Time to wake up, so I can do your bitch ass wrong

Hear comes trouble

Hell’s angel, some niggas call me spawn

Shit I’m off that ???

again

Ready to load the pump again

Soon as I put somethin in

See I’mma aim it at your chin

Blame it on your friend

Your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man

I can make niggas follow me like the pod piper can

Arachnaphobia, I’m the sniper man

Doom to put 'em in the pan

Heat 'em and eat 'em as fast as I can

Stretch your neck like elastic like plastic

Man I’m first, you last to land

Tephlon bullets they crash and land

Nigga I’m double time

You in trouble time

I’m a bubble mine

I’m titani and scandalous

I do random hits

Load up all my extra clips

And lets go handle this shit

Trouble is what we lookin fo

Kick in that fuckin door

Put a gag up on that ho

Slit that niggas throat

Light up the door

Smoke until we choke

I wish you motherfuckers would try to locc

And get his neck broke

Kick in the door

Shotgun up the asshole

Brains blown

Eyes closed

Nothin but trouble

— repeat to end