Tech N9ne, Brotha Lynch Hung - I C U lyrics

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
Creepin up in yo house
Black mac in the backpack I caught
Ya sleepin on the couch

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

Nigga I see you
Creepin up in yo house
Black mac in the backpack I caught
Ya sleepin on the couch

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

Nigga I see you
Creepin up in yo house
Black mac in the backpack I caught
Ya sleepin on the couch