Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Every Day, All Day , by - Brotha Lynch Hung. Song from the album The Plague, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 18.04.2005
Record label: Orchard
Song language: English
Every Day, All Day |
| Muthafuckaz watch out cause we on our way |
| Doomsday, Siccmade, every day, all day |
| Niggaz watch out cause we on our way |
| Doomsday, Siccmade, every day, all day |
| It’s close to midnight |
| And something’s evil lurkin in the dark |
| They call me Eklypss |
| I rip shit like Jack the Rip |
| And imma do shit to you that’ll stop your heart |
| I’m sinister, I loves to get sicker than the evil |
| And inject these niggaz with them dirty plague needles |
| People don’t understand |
| They think I’m a sane man |
| Till' they realize I got their fuckin guts in my hand |
| I’m homicidal and evil |
| Got hella rivals with people |
| That’ll ride or die |
| That’ll keep you from closed eyes and sleepin |
| I’m creepin |
| I see you peepin out the window |
| But fuck it |
| I’m bustin through your back door with a fo' fo' |
| And diggin in your torso with six inch claws |
| And suckin out your blood with six inch straws |
| I’m raw with a hacksaw |
| A killa that’ll axe off your dick |
| And cut your muthafuckin balls off |
| Muthafuckaz watch out cause we on our way |
| Doomsday, Siccmade, every day, all day |
| Niggaz watch out cause we on our way |
| Doomsday, Siccmade, every day, all day |
| You mind if I like Jason X? |
| It’s just, aint no tellin who I’m gonna fuck up next |
| I break backs like a pencil |
| A machete’s my killin utensil |
| Quick to show a weak nigga that I’m decent |
| I still dwell in a city of the late Bugsy Siegel |
| I roll illegal with a throw-away Desert Eagle |
| In a 84' Monte Carlo like Denzel |
| I got something sticky, blazed up Can’t you smell? |
| I break niggaz down like multiple sclerosis |
| Relentless, cause if you should try to fight back |
| It’s hopeless |
| Don’t lose focus |
| Hokus pokus |
| Supposed to keep the beamer to the eyes |
| To your snot box, to your head, to your chin |
| And here we go again |
| Steel toed boots |
| Still stompin the shit out of a bitch ass nigga |
| I’m livin ruggish and thuggish |
| I relish the moment to defeat and destroy my opponent |
| Hit him from the back with a sawed-off |
| And blow his arm off |
| I knew we got a star |
| I keep my enemies closer |
| My scope will get me close up My barrel do the face lift |
| My metal leave you faceless like a jvc |
| You brave enough to come play with me? |
| I play rough |
| Put lead toes in your guts and replace beef |
| It’s an emergency |
| I’m a surgeon, I drill niggaz |
| Peel livers back for snatch |
| You hooked in the game |
| You lookin for fame? |
| Ever since 92' |
| My shit been cookin your brain |
| Look up the name, run in your house |
| Put the gun in your mouth |
| You aint lookin the same |
| Aint runnin your route Jerry Rice |
| I aint very nice |
| Mix it with Gin every night |
| It’s a scary sight |
| Siccmade hittas, we orange peel 'em |
| Feel a milla down the side of ya bed? |
| Be lookin for the killa |
| Like Spiderman, my rhyme’s the web |
| Time for bed, Pop! |
| Two in the head, doin the dead dance |
| And I got red hands |
| And I might as well |
| Thick, I’m dry, |
| Spittin my shit too quick for fire, like Napalm |
| It’s all in my head, imma tryin to stay calm |
| Muthafuckaz watch out cause we on our way |
| Doomsday, Siccmade, every day, all day |
| Niggaz watch out cause we on our way |
| Doomsday, Siccmade, every day, all day |