I C U (feat.Tech N9ne) Lyrics & Tabs by Brotha Lynch Hung
I C U (feat.Tech N9ne)
guitar chords lyrics
Nigga I see you,
Creepin up in yo house,
Black mac in the backpack I caught ya sleepin on the couch
I don't know why I did it
I'm blackin' out
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,
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,
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...
