Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Paint On Your Pillowcase, artist - Tech N9ne. Album song Boiling Point, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 29.10.2012
Record label: Strange
Song language: English
Paint On Your Pillowcase |
Shut Up, take off your clothes |
Lay down on the mother fucking bed, like I said |
I’m a different kind of nigga, like to spread bloody red |
From banging the thing I’m a tame when you shed naughty legs |
I’m geeking |
Cause you peaking with my head |
Leave you dead and leaking |
I’m a killer, but instead of a machete |
I got my dick, I’m a drill her |
Then I’m a hit her with the steady |
A proper check up speedy |
Like Andretti hit the crevi |
A lot to pick up, Betty gotta be ready for the yetti |
To eat, my kind of meat, find mine to feat |
But climb N9ne the beast, Its my time to feast |
Einstein N9ne slime the sheets |
I’m tryna design |
She whine the least |
Rewind the beat cause T9 he grind the freaks |
Putting your mother fucking feline to sleep |
Cannibalistic with her I’m hoping she don’t mind the teeth |
You invited me in |
Gimme the Henny, lemon and sprite and the night’ll begin |
You ignited me when you stated you sighted me when |
I was painted up so you came on up and kited my sin |
Til the morning light, it was on tonight |
You met a DK-N to fucking bone you right |
Clones’ll roam you might, be surprised with the vibe |
But I’m leaving paint on your pillow meaning I was inside |
I ain’t finna steal your fate |
My aim is to kill your hate |
We gone drank till you can’t feel your face |
Then I’m leaving paint on your pillowcase |
I’m smoking a lot, I failed a nigger when I told her where she was by my |
motherfucker face pine |
‘cause bitch, it don’t matter what you think |
When it drain, it will be your time and you’ll say ice hank |
A little bit and a little more, is a little more liquor to get the whore |
Fuck you because I do it with the leather floor |
Later you will feel real stupid like a play prank |
‘cause I know about the hold that was in her |
Know she a sinner, oh, no beginner |
Hold her ass low and go for the dinner |
Tell that ho no, ‘cause my heart cold like winter |
Yes, so, ‘cause she’s a freak, it ain’t me |
Walking on the streets just getting me |
One in four creeps just get me, so I told her corner for, eating my dick is a |
privilege |
Take her down, take her, take her, take her down |
But if I take her down, then a nigger will never get the crown |
But if I get your picture will I own her lick her down |
Then a lick her down will never be a nigger down |
And her beating the sack is right, so the next time she’ll be in the time and |
place |
Some that she can’t escape, but I can, even with a trace |
I ain’t finished with your thing |
I ain’t here to kill your head |
We can drain until we kill your vein |
And leave the paint on your pillowcase |
Paint on your pillowcase, paint on your pillowcase |
We can drain ‘till you can’t feel your vein |
And leave the paint on your pillowcase |
The sin that brought us all here |
The one we love the most, but yet is the one we all fear |
So time’s sadistic, it gets mystic and the trends are twisted |
Bodies in exquisite positions, that’s so illicit |
Illegal to the exhibits, solicit, yet we exist |
In a thrill and all sorts of feeling we get, that’s so implicit |
Why people risking their life, depinction husband and wife |
To get closer to the true wise that brings us eternal life |
The paint left on your pillow is the same from off the face |
The one you see in your dreams when you’re taking below the waist |
The devil was giving horns, but the nature from which was born |
Every person that’s ever lived so get praise to the god of porn |