BROTHA LYNCH HUNG lyrics : "I C U Featuring: Tech N9Ne"
^!$$% I see you,
Creepin up in yo house,
Black mac in the backpack I caught ya sleepin on the couch
[Brotha Lynch:]
^!$$% I see you,
But you don't see me I'm leavin up out ya house,
You was all tied up and watchin me dig out ya spouse,
First I'm a choke her out and $#&@ her while she's dead,
Ejaculatory on the face and then take off the head,
What am I bout to do wichu?,
First take off the legs,
Then I'm a pull out the lead and put it to ya head,
Then I'm a cut the nuts and put the spatula up ya butt,
Then I'm a cut the guts and make that recipe ^!$$% nut,
You bout to have to give it up,
Then face it member that masked %#@! on my facebook,
Walkin roun the house like jason lookin for sum to cut,
I wanna eat sum guts,
And all this %#@! is happenin cause I never have good luck,
And I run up in ya house gun up in ya mouth,
I don't really give a $#&@ I think I'm turnin to a nut,
And if I have to do it fine, with me it's do or die,
Ain no getaway you can try with them black locs ova my eyes,
[Chorus x4]
[Brotha Lynch:]
^!$$% I see you!,
But you can't see me I swear to $#&@in gardennss,
24 blocc dem ^!$$%s know who da hardest-regardless,
I don't have to prove %#@!,
I just slit ya throat !@$!ed,
I don't have to do %#@!,
Wait for the new %#@! who start it?
I'm a bout to end it I'm a givem a necklace,
My neck rips with a chainsaw,
Even ya brain drops,
Play me da game drop,
Gimme da ar-15,
My %#@!s clean- brand spankin new,
Tummy achin- money makin,
Eatin em up in the mornin with eggs n bacon,
They mistakin they don't wanna $#&@,
With da sicko pyscho,
Get to faded- here goes michael spacin data,
I get high brick potatoes,
Ate tomatoes,
They go freako,
Ego n legos ^!$$% spit this %#@! like a volcanoe,
I'm a go way low givin out them haloes,
Pay goes wat about them hagos?
Ayo givin out them k-o's
Sent it to the house,
To they spouse,
Trippin I'm out here krippin,
$#&@in around get kreepin again.
[Chorus x4]
[Tech N9Ne:]
I just found out they owe 800 thousand somethin,
So we funkin tecnina bout to get to dumpin,
Turn this lump into a pumpkin when they munchin at a luncheon,
We go thump to get it jumpin,
Then abolish all his loved ones,
Till the lump some comes in functions,
I just payed 65 thow out to get loose,
From the clutches of music,
$#&@as nothin but a cookaracha,
You say I got to use a gun to stop ya?
Produce the knockas the block the stoppas like choopacobra,
You poppin u's with a little agua,
No use of usin ala acabala,
You got the few dollas that go to momma,
So what do you think that mean?
I'm a comin to get that green,
Up in the crib and you ain't on the scene,
Cough it up befo I ring dat [gunshot]
He thinkin I forgot about how he flew,
Away with all the pay and hoes from my people he too,
Gonna take a leap and seek you,
For all the evil %#@! yee do,
Ya skeet with cheese and cheat for greed,
The beast with me will freeze for me and you...
[Chorus x4]
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