Lyrics:
Brotha Lynch Hung D O A

no more I won't have to get fed no more (he's D.O.A) Give em enema then im a send an ending 10 of em is a minimum I eat 10 of em Tik tok on the clock

a violent death) [Hook:] He won't have a head no mo' He won't have no bread no mo' I won't have to get fed no mo' He's D.O.A. (Dinner on Arrival) bitch

upset with a hoe. And made her hump till my pockets got the mumps like ?gody? Ask the little bitch, she said, ?oh he?s a fuckin cody.? So D, pistols everything

rather trip off a homie than a hoe and to my niggas in the gardens now ya know if you lose a hoe gain a hoe ain't that a bitch about a puerto rican