Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I C U, artist - Brotha Lynch Hung. Album song Coathanga Strangla, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 04.04.2011
Record label: Strange
Song language: English
I C U |
Nigga I see you, |
Creepin up in yo house, |
Black mac in the backpack I caught ya sleepin on the couch |
Nigga 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 fuck her while shes 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 nigga nut, |
You bout to have to give it up, |
Then face it member that masked shit on my facebook, |
Walkin roun the house like jason lookin for sum to cut, |
I wanna eat sum guts, |
And all this shit 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 fuck 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, |
Nigga I see you!, |
But you can’t see me I swear to fuckin gardennss, |
24 blocc dem niggas know who da hardest-regardless, |
I don’t have to prove shit, |
I just slit ya throat retarded, |
I don’t have to do shit, |
Wait for the new shit 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 shits clean- brand spankin new, |
Tummy achin- money makin, |
Eatin em up in the mornin with eggs n bacon, |
They mistakin they don’t wanna fuck, |
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 nigga spit this shit 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, |
Fuckin around get kreepin again. |
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, |
Fuckas 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 |
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 shit yee do, |
Ya skeet with cheese and cheat for greed, |
The beast with me will freeze for me and you… |