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.
Welcome 2 Your Own Death
Brotha Lynch Hung Lyrics
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Terrors on nine milli chrome kill alone cause I trust no snitch
When I peel a dome and bail
Gone like hell right through the do
I'm rollin' a fat sack of red boogy boo, nigga ooh
Watch me bail nigga but you don't see me though
Cause I'm rollin' fat sacks in the back of my vehicle
But takin' a puff of the dank stuff
I'm slowly loadin' up the oozy
Well now who's he
Well it's that dead motherfucker doe
Well whatcha know comin' through with that murder mo
And I heard you know now whose been bustin' up on the garden block
You either give up the information,
nigga I get shots, so nigga nah WHAT!
I guess you want to dose of this milla
Twenty-four shots from that mommas baby killa
Nigga mack hustla, cap busta, infact I'm just a mack ten
Bustin' em at your chin before I crept nigga
Welcome to your own death
Chorus x6
Nigga welcome to your own death
(BUCK! For them who don't know bout loc to da brain
Them got them nine millimeter strap and true is the game) x2
So niggas miss my sicc
Some niggas don't know me, niggas don't know my click
That O-loc-double-see-O-G rip gut canibal type of shit
Plus many more caps bust
Anymore sacks to roll up, we need that high back
So niggas done load them nins and pull them high jacks
And lie back in the cut and roll another fat one up
Tack one up for loc to the brain
Them niggas that really don't give a fuck
Around and get buck, shot it up and dump in a truck and left in a cut
So nigga now whatcha gon do with a mini mack ten ten at yo gut
Plus niggas nuts and guts is what I rips for
Creepin' up in a six four impala
Mobbin' a loots all up to make you vomit from the raw gut cause
Nah what I do is let my nine do the talkin'
Leavin' you walkin' to your funeral low
Diggin'? yo smoke from the mack 1-0
I had ya pussin' just in case
I got me a mack eleven for your face that's leavin' no trace
Caps leavin' a gate and puttin' holes in a niggas neck
So watch the reeper when I creep crept
Welcome to your own death
Chorus x6
When I hit the block with a nine
Them fools better be duckin'
My nigga duck got out the car and started buckin' at niggas runnin'
untraceable gage shells
Only worriers goin' to hell
And 5-0 they just can't swoop
See cause we mobbin' too well
My murder file done pile more than a nigga expected
See cause have of the city of Sac still ain't accepted
That I'm a pack and when I'm sweated I'ma put in work
Cause my O-T told me why Jesus got to kick up some dirt
And I'm tired of warnin' a motherfucker about a nigga like me
When it's hard to believe
the nine millimeter comin' out my pants gonna make you dance
See that's the city and it's making a motherfucker stress
Gotta watch your back like 24-7
unless you want to be livin' the rest of your life
Up in a cemetery die nigga die you'll repeat until you're buried
That nine millimeter givin' no motherfuckin' respect
Up on your back with your last breathe
Welcome to your own death
Chorus x6
The song "Welcome 2 Your Own Death" by Brotha Lynch Hung, portrays the artist as a man who is dangerous and deadly, living on the south side. The lyrics are written in a stream-of-consciousness style and describe Lynch's murderous escapades, his apparent aversion to "snitches," and his love for drugs. Lynch describes himself as a killer who does not trust anyone, including his own crew. He also claims to roll fat sacks of drugs in his vehicle while carrying weapons on him, including an oozy.
Lynch's lyrics throughout the song emphasize his violent tendencies and his willingness to do whatever it takes to succeed in this world, whether that means taking out his enemies or rolling up more drugs. With the repetition of the chorus "Welcome to your own death," Lynch suggests that his audience has been waiting for him to wreak havoc and cause destruction, almost as if they crave the violence he brings to the table. The song's overall message depicts a world where violence and drugs reign supreme and where those who are not willing to participate are left behind.
Line by Line Meaning
As I bail through the woods of the southside
I am moving fast through the woods in the southside.
Terrors on nine milli chrome kill alone cause I trust no snitch
I am carrying a pistol to protect myself from enemies and I do not trust informants.
When I peel a dome and bail
When I shoot someone in the head, I immediately escape.
Gone like hell right through the do
I leave the place quickly.
I'm rollin' a fat sack of red boogy boo, nigga ooh
I am smoking a lot of weed.
Watch me bail nigga but you don't see me though
I am escaping without being noticed.
Cause I'm rollin' fat sacks in the back of my vehicle
I am carrying a lot of weed in my car.
But takin' a puff of the dank stuff and enough that double O-A-E dooz me
Smoking weed makes me feel good and high.
I'm slowly loadin' up the oozy
I am preparing my submachine gun.
Well now who's he
Who am I?
Well it's that dead motherfucker doe
I am a dangerous person.
Well whatcha know comin' through with that murder mo
I am coming with a dangerous attitude.
And I heard you know now whose been bustin' up on the garden block
I know that you know who is responsible for recent acts of violence in the garden block.
You either give up the information, nigga I get shots, so nigga nah WHAT!
You will tell me or I will shoot you.
I guess you want to dose of this milla
You may want to taste my bullet.
Twenty-four shots from that mommas baby killa
I am shooting my submachine gun with 24 bullets.
Nigga mack hustla, cap busta, infact I'm just a mack ten
I am a skillful shooter with a mac 10 gun.
Bustin' em at your chin before I crept nigga
I attack my enemies from the front.
Welcome to your own death
You are going to die now.
Nigga welcome to your own death
You are going to die now.
(BUCK! For them who don't know bout loc to da brain
This is a reference to a shooting or some other violent act.
Them got them nine millimeter strap and true is the game) x2
My enemies have guns and there are no rules in this game.
So niggas miss my sicc
People underestimate me.
Some niggas don't know me, niggas don't know my click
Some people don't know who I am and who I associate with.
That O-loc-double-see-O-G rip gut canibal type of shit
I am violent and I like to harm others, just like a cannibal.
Plus many more caps bust
I am shooting a lot of bullets.
Anymore sacks to roll up, we need that high back
I want more weed to smoke.
So niggas done load them nins and pull them high jacks
My associates have loaded their guns and are ready to rob people.
And lie back in the cut and roll another fat one up
We are waiting for the right moment while smoking more weed.
Tack one up for loc to the brain
Let's smoke some weed.
Them niggas that really don't give a fuck
We are not afraid of anything.
Around and get buck, shot it up and dump in a truck and left in a cut
We are not afraid to commit acts of violence.
So nigga now whatcha gon do with a mini mack ten ten at yo gut
What are you going to do now that I have a gun pointed at you?
Plus niggas nuts and guts is what I rips for
I am not just shooting to kill, I want to rip my enemies' bodies apart.
Creepin' up in a six four impala
I am sneaking up on someone in a car.
Mobbin' a loots all up to make you vomit from the raw gut cause
I am making my enemies vomit from fear.
Nah what I do is let my nine do the talkin'
I let my gun speak for me.
Leavin' you walkin' to your funeral low
I will kill you and you won't be able to do anything about it.
Diggin'? yo smoke from the mack 1-0
I am offering you some weed.
I had ya pussin' just in case
I had my gun ready in case you tried something.
I got me a mack eleven for your face that's leavin no trace
I have a special gun that leaves no evidence.
Caps leavin' a gate and puttin' holes in a niggas neck
I am shooting my enemies in the neck.
So watch the reeper when I creep crept
You should be afraid of me because I am a dangerous person.
When I hit the block with a nine
When I arrive at a place with a gun.
Them fools better be duckin'
My enemies should be hiding from me.
My nigga duck got out the car and started buckin' at niggas runnin'
One of my associates got out of the car and started shooting at fleeing enemies.
untraceable gage shells
I am using untraceable ammunition.
Only worriers goin' to hell
Only weak people will be punished.
And 5-0 they just can't swoop
The police can't catch us.
See cause we mobbin' too well
We are too good at committing crimes.
My murder file done pile more than a nigga expected
I have killed more people than anyone expected.
See cause have of the city of Sac still ain't accepted
People in Sacramento are still afraid of me.
That I'm a pack and when I'm sweated I'ma put in work
I am a violent person and I work hard when I am under pressure.
Cause my O-T told me why Jesus got to kick up some dirt
I am doing what I do because someone I respect told me it was the right thing.
And I'm tired of warnin' a motherfucker about a nigga like me
I am tired of warning people about my violent nature.
When it's hard to believe the nine millimeter comin' out my pants gonna make you dance
People do not believe that I am capable of killing them.
See that's the city and it's making a motherfucker stress
The city is causing me to become more violent and stressed.
Gotta watch your back like 24-7 unless you want to be livin' the rest of your life
You need to be careful all the time, or you will be killed at any moment.
Up in a cemetery die nigga die you'll repeat until you're buried
You will die and stay dead.
That nine millimeter givin' no motherfuckin' respect
My gun is something to be feared and respected.
Up on your back with your last breathe
I am going to kill you.
Welcome to your own death
You are going to die now.
Chorus x6
Repeating the chorus, 'Nigga welcome to your own death.'
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@DonRobFliXXX
Salute to Lynch, Hyst and all of Lynch’s Fans!
Next up is the full animated movie “Spydie Verse” 💯 it connects all these visuals and some!
@soviettsars
Please we need Situation Dirty visual too!
@YoungVet_OG_702
This shit take me back to my childhood. Salute to you Lynch! 👑 ✊🏿
@crusadergamer4995
A another classic that still holds up to this day
@turfhawg7006
When gangsta rap was good...
@BrentWoods-nr3ui
It still is listen to young bossi,,, ppl complain about music, but it's just the music that's in your face,,, there's all kinds of good music you just gotta find it
@VallisDaemonvmOfficial
Ya know Brotha Lynch still drops siccness shit?
@dolorosaenigmakil
Griselda! What new gangsta rap don't you like?
@ericabrams5297
That sounds like dat old 24 deep
@number1westcoastrapfan
💯 NEEDS TO DO A COLLAB WITH MINK LOCO🔥🔥🔥🔥