Brotha Lynch Hung has been described as the creator of the "horrorcore rap genre", and has sold 1.4 million cds independently. His rapping style has been described as smooth and quickly delivered.
Some listeners argue that Lynch Hung's 24 Deep album defines his musical style, but Lynch Hung has said in interviews and online forums that it does not.
Lynch Hung's second album Season of Da Siccness in 1995 proved to be the one of the most gruesome and mysogynistic Gangsta Rap albums ever released, graphically chronicling a life of drug use and sale, promiscuity, ultra-violence, rape, infanticide, and supposed cannibalism. This is Lynch's most commercially successful album, as it has now achieved gold album sales status.
Lynch Hung's lyrics are described as sicc -- having the same meaning as the word sick but utilizing the double "C" which is characteristic of local Crip gangsters (loccs) in Sacramento, CA and other parts of California. Lynch has stated in his song "24 Gone" that he himself is a Crip, residing in Crip areas of Sacramento has had an influence on his lyrics. He has been in gang confrontations, and he was shot once. He describes his real life experiences in his lyrics. He has since released Loaded in 1997. The next Lynch album was released in 2000 called EBK4 after a dispute with Black Market Records. The label allegedly restricted his creativity by featuring artists on the album against Lynch's will. Lynch asked his fans not to buy the album. He said "I don't care how they get it just don't buy it or steal it". Brotha Lynch released the DVD of Now Eat in 2000, which features a bloodthirsty and cannibalistic Lynch who goes on a rampage, killing and eating many people.
Lynch released Blocc Movement and Virus in 2001, Appearances: Book 1 in 2002, and in that same summer of 2002 he released his first DVD, Plague. Lynch's newer work includes Lynch by Inch: Suicide Note and Uthanizm in 2003, and the Now Eat DVD in 2000. In 2006 he released a collaboration with rapper MC Eiht entitiled "The New Season."
In May 2009, Mann signed a three album deal with Midwest rapper Tech N9ne's Strange Music label. In March 2010, he released his Strange Music debut, Dinner and a Movie, selling around 7,000 copies during its first week. His second Strange album, Coathanga Strangla, was released a year later in April 2011, and his third album with Strange Music, Mannibalector was released on February 5, 2013. The Horror-inspired trilogy told a fictional story of a crazed cannibalistic serial killer, struggling with life, family and the urge to kill. Each album debuted on the Billboard 200, and featured acts such as Snoop Dogg, Yelawolf, Hopsin and Tech N9ne among others. Following the release of the third album, Strange Music offered Mann a contract extension to keep him on the label.
The Corpse Came To Dinner
Brotha Lynch Hung Lyrics
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It's a must that I bust any strap ya hand ta me
It's inherited, it runs in the family
Niggaz in the town got pounds of beef
Threaten a niggaz life, make it sound so sweet
I peel 'em back like corn-on-the-cob, cap peel 'em
Make 'em sound like a whore on the job
Witta Mac in the backpack, fulla that crack sack
Bitch where my siccmade 'til I die shit, nobody saw
So I was able ta wipe the blood off the hallway walls
Ain't got nothin ta live for
Can't even trust a bitch, might have ta leave her alone
Ma had ta dig a ditch, shit so rigorous
Dealin' wit hataz, snitchaz, and bitchaz, get they brains gone
Find a new home, you one life is gone
'cause I'm O-One, check the clock
And if these walls could talk, muthafuckaz'll be shot
I'm about ta go 51-50, got nobody wit me
Stressed out like Whitney, Bobby Brown, weed and whiskey
Smokin' Newports, no support
But like Too Short I keep it goin'
Shootin' up forts, who in this sport want to fuck wit me
Come on the court, rippin' out insides
Puttin' stains on thangs, that's when I rip-ride
And I slip-slide through the Gardens witta bloody t-shirt, it won't hurt
Look at this way, 6 feet deep in the dirt won't hurt
Flirtin' wit murda, I leave 'em unheard of
And I'm sicca than period pads drippin'
All over your hands gettin'
The back seat or the trunk, it's your choice
Dead or alive, smothered and fried
The way you better uncover your eyes, I'm in the skies
Witta 9 tryin' ta take out your spine
Nobody know crime, throw up that sicc sign
And strike hard like stricc-nine
No recovery, you other G niggaz betta duck
Leave you in the tuxed up
Psycho, off the wall like Michael
Always paranoid 'cause I be blowin' out that nitro
All day, every day, murda spray, got you in Glad Bags
Headed for the pad, and you can ask my dad
I was a scavenger, 14 years old eatin' scabs
Graduated ta nigga meat, but I don't want to brag
Fuck Jeffry Dohmer, he a muthafuckin fag
I got nigga nuts and guts in the bag, draggin' 'em ta the pad
[Chorus]
(Corpse came ta dinner)
Ziplock, body-bag, toe-tag, wet t-shirt, black mask
Ziplock, body-bag, toe-tag, wet t-shirt, black mask
(Corpse came ta dinner)
Ziplock, body-bag, toe-tag, wet t-shirt, black mask
Ziplock, body-bag, toe-tag, wet t-shirt, black mask
(Corpse came ta dinner)
Ziplock, body-bag, toe-tag, wet t-shirt, black mask
Ziplock, body-bag, toe-tag, wet t-shirt, black mask
(Corpse came ta dinner)
Ziplock, body-bag, toe-tag, wet t-shirt, black mask
Ziplock, body-bag, toe-tag, wet t-shirt, black mask
[Verse 2]
Fuck under the influence, I'm hella fucked up
Swervin' down the freeway, spillin' my cup
Tryin' take you out this rap on the Underbelly
He ain't shit, he 'bout ta be in the trunk smelly
By me and my Relly, you never know
Whatever tho, I got auto magazines and that weak intro
What you got against me?
Don't you know I rip niggaz up, turn 'em ta minced meat
Well if you got some sense, beat it, like raw eggs
I used ta have hella homies, now they all hate
But I'ma leave it alone, I'm on my own like a voodoo nigga
If a nigga want ta get ate, what would you do nigga
I was too cool wit 'em, group of niggaz and they tripped on me
Gave 'em a little bit of fame, then they dipped on me
But you know, it's all in the game, tell the crip homie
Ta hit 'em witta slug in the brain, that's what you get from me
Crash dummy, your careers defected
And you ain't sold a record last time I checked it
You just keep knockin', I feel disrespected
Now your neck got disconnected by the Lynch Hung necklace
Hey, I leave 'em red, and I don't eat the head
Let the Tec spit and chop niggaz down ta the ground like Judge Dread
Come up in the door lookin' just like a fed
And you call yourself a rap vet
Get out the bed, and let me fuck her like she should be fucked
All in the butt, wit the 9 milly, swallowin' nut
And you see me in black clothes, creepin' from the back
Don't know how ta act, black blankets fulla Mac's
I use 'em for nutsacks and full body sacks
Better not let your daughter out, end up in the slaughter house
Chokin' and spittin', chest open and bleedin'
And me fuckin' her from the back, and I hope for you ta see it
[Chorus]
(Corpse came ta dinner)
Ziplock, body-bag, toe-tag, wet t-shirt, black mask
Ziplock, body-bag, toe-tag, wet t-shirt, black mask
(Corpse came ta dinner)
Ziplock, body-bag, toe-tag, wet t-shirt, black mask
Ziplock, body-bag, toe-tag, wet t-shirt, black mask
(Hey Folks, open the door nigga)
Ziplock, body-bag, toe-tag, wet t-shirt, black mask
Ziplock, body-bag, toe-tag, wet t-shirt, black mask
(Nah, nah, open the trunk)
Ziplock, body-bag, toe-tag, wet t-shirt, black mask
Ziplock, body-bag, toe-tag, wet t-shirt, black mask
The lyrics of Brotha Lynch Hung's "The Corpse Came To Dinner" are graphic and violent, with the artist seeming to take pleasure in describing the details of his sadistic crimes. He boasts of his ability to kill without remorse, showing no loyalty to even those closest to him.
The beginning of the verse suggests that he inherited his violent tendencies from his family, which also suggests that he might not have much control over his criminal impulses. He describes his actions as if they are routine, claiming that he "peels back" victims like corn on the cob, showing no remorse for the heinous acts that he has committed. He talks about the joy he gets from committing murders, describing how he is "flirting with murder" and leaving his victims "unheard of."
The chorus reinforces the violence present in the song, with the words "ziplock, body-bag, toe-tag, wet t-shirt, black mask" repeated four times. This reinforces the image of the singer's sadistic tendencies, as he clearly enjoys torturing and killing his victims. The overall message of the song is a warning that anyone who crosses him will likely end up dead and discarded like a piece of trash.
Line by Line Meaning
It's a must that I bust any strap ya hand ta me
I have to use any weapon that is given to me.
It's inherited, it runs in the family
My violent behavior is a trait passed down in my family.
Niggaz in the town got pounds of beef
There are many people in town that have a lot of problems with me.
Threaten a niggaz life, make it sound so sweet
Harming someone's life sounds easy and appealing.
I peel 'em back like corn-on-the-cob, cap peel 'em
I open up the victim's head like peeling back corn husks.
Make 'em sound like a whore on the job
I leave the victim sounding like they are in pain like they are taking a beating.
Shootin' up forts, who in this sport want to fuck wit me
I shoot at the hiding places of those who dare challenge me.
Come on the court, rippin' out insides
I target my enemies aggressively and violently.
Flirtin' wit murda, I leave 'em unheard of
I find pleasure in killing and leaving no trace of the victim's existence.
I got nigga nuts and guts in the bag, draggin' 'em ta the pad
I carry the remains of my victims in body bags, and drag them to my hideout.
Fuck under the influence, I'm hella fucked up
I am having sex with drugs interfering with my actions.
Swervin' down the freeway, spillin' my cup
I am driving recklessly on the freeway while also drinking and spilling my drink.
I'm on my own like a voodoo nigga
I am independent and like a figure in voodoo culture.
Let the Tec spit and chop niggaz down ta the ground like Judge Dread
I use my weapon to shoot and kill the victim swiftly.
Better not let your daughter out, end up in the slaughter house
If you do not want your daughter to be killed, keep her away from me.
And me fuckin' her from the back, and I hope for you ta see it
I want you, the father, to see me having sex with your daughter from behind.
(Hey Folks, open the door nigga)
I am requesting that someone open the door for me.
(Nah, nah, open the trunk)
Actually, open the trunk instead of the door.
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Christian Thompson
This one of Lynch's best cut's. The shit is sick and twisted, that's what I like.
Sly Jones - Official Channel
Straight up, its the Lynch song I keep coming back to play, hook stays stuck in my head
Shawn Gotts
Ruff
Strangedayz244
I can never get enough of this banging track.
Camboninja94
Probably my favorite track by lynch tbh
Devon Thomas
I know right how many years has it been in rotation
Devon Thomas
"It's a must that bust with the strap u handed, me it's inherited it runs in the family."
One of the most G openings to a song ever!!!
Sam
"Open the door! It's me!"
MrVulgaro
Itβs inspired from an old Eric B & Rakim song Microphone Fiend. Check it out, way ahead of its time.
Matthew Duthridge
This shit is one of the hardest blh songs ever I love it 2019