I C U Brotha Lynch Hung (Ft. Tech N9ne)

[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