I C U

Brotha Lynch Hung & Tech N9ne - Rap, Hip-Hop
I C U
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[Hook: Brotha Lynch Hung] Nigga I see you, creepin' up in your house Black MAC in the backpack I got you sleepin' on the couch I don't know why I did it, I'm blacking out Black out, black out, black out, black out Nigga I see you, creepin' up in your house Black MAC in the backpack I got you sleepin' on the couch I don't know why I did it, I'm blacking out Black out, black out, black out, black out [Verse 1: Brotha Lynch Hung] Nigga I see you, but you don't see me I'm leavin' up out your house You was all tied up and watching me while I was diggin' out your spouse I'm 'bout to choke her out and then I'ma fuck her while she's dead Ejaculate on her face after that I'm gon' cut off the head And what am I 'bout to do with you? First cut off the legs Then I'ma pull out the lead and make you put it to your head (No!) Then I'ma cut the nuts and put that spatula up your butt Then I'ma a cut the guts and make that recipe nigga nut So, you're about to have to give it up Then face it, remember that mask that was on my Facebook? Walkin' around the house like Jason lookin' for something to cut I wanna eat some guts And all this shit is happening 'cause I never have good luck In a Cutlass I come up, run up in your house, gun up in your mouth, blah I don't really give a fuck I think I'm turning into a nut And if I have to do it, fine, to get that, me it's do or die Ain't no getaway, you can try, black Locs over my eyes [Hook: Brotha Lynch Hung] Nigga I see you, creepin' up in your house Black MAC in the backpack I got you sleepin' on the couch I don't know why I did it, I'm blacking out Black out, black out, black out, black out Nigga I see you, creepin' up in your house Black MAC in the backpack I got you sleepin' on the couch I don't know why I did it, I'm blacking out Black out, black out, black out, black out [Verse 2: Brotha Lynch Hung] Nigga I see you, but you can't see me I swear to fuckin' Gardens 24 Blocc, dem niggas know who da hardest, regardless I don't have to prove shit, I just... ya throat slit, retarded I don't have to do shit, wait for the new shit, who started it? I'm about to end it, I'ma give 'em a necklace My neck rips flex a chainsaw, leavin' ya brains raw Play me the game thaw, aimin' the AR-15 And my shit's clean, brand spankin', I'm on sick leave Tummy aching, money making Eatin' em up in the mornin' nigga with eggs and bacon They mistakin', they don't wanna fuck with the sicko pyscho They defaded, it goes, Micheal, Space Invader I get high break potatoes, ate tomatoes They gon' fuego Eggo and niggas Lego, they know they get in the anal Spit that shit like a volcano I'ma go way low, givin' out them halos Pay those, what about them, they know Ayo, givin' out them KOs, venomous, sentiments ripped days ago Sendin' that shit to the house, spouse Tripping, I'm out here cripping, slippin' it in (slippin' it in) Fuck around get rippin' again [Hook: Brotha Lynch Hung] Nigga I see you, creepin' up in your house Black MAC in the backpack I got you sleepin' on the couch I don't know why I did it, I'm blacking out Black out, black out, black out, black out Nigga I see you, creepin' up in your house Black MAC in the backpack I got you sleepin' on the couch I don't know why I did it, I'm blacking out Black out, black out, black out, black out [Verse 3: Tech N9ne] I just found out they owe me 800 thousand something So we funkin', Tecca N9na about to get to dumping Turn his lump into a pumpkin' When they munchin' at a luncheon We gon' thump to get it jumpin' Then abolish all of his loved ones 'Til the lump sum comes in functions I just payed 65 thou, wow, to get loose from off the Clutches of music, fuckas, nothin' but a cucaracha So if you say I owe, I got to shoot to stop ya Produce the knockas then blocka, you false like chupacabra You coughing, losing agua No use in usin' Allah or Kabbalah You got a few dollas that go to momma So what do you think that mean? That I'ma coming to get it, I really need that green Nigga up in the crib and you in the crib, sex scene Better cuff it up, I'ma pop it and ring that thing He thinking I forgot and thinking he flew Away with all the pay he holds today from me and my people Gonna take a leap and seek you for the evil shit that ye do You skeet with cheese and cheat with greed The beast will need to feast and nigga I see you [Hook: Brotha Lynch Hung] Nigga I see you, creepin' up in your house Black MAC in the backpack I got you sleepin' on the couch I don't know why I did it, I'm blacking out Black out, black out, black out, black out Nigga I see you, creepin' up in your house Black MAC in the backpack I got you sleepin' on the couch I don't know why I did it, I'm blacking out Black out, black out, black out, black out
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Credits
- Writers
- Brotha Lynch Hung
- Tech N9ne
- Axis