Brotha Lynch Hung

Brotha Lynch Hung - Every Day, All Day lyrics

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[Chorus: Eklypss]
Muthafuckaz watch out cause we on our way
Doomsday, Siccmade, every day, all day
Niggaz watch out cause we on our way
Doomsday, Siccmade, every day, all day

[Eklypss]
It's close to midnight
And something's evil lurkin in the dark
They call me Eklypss
I rip shit like Jack the Rip
And imma do shit to you that'll stop your heart
I'm sinister, I loves to get sicker than the evil
And inject these niggaz with them dirty plague needles
People don't understand
They think I'm a sane man
Till' they realize I got their fuckin guts in my hand
I'm homicidal and evil
Got hella rivals with people
That'll ride or die
That'll keep you from closed eyes and sleepin
I'm creepin
I see you peepin out the window
But fuck it
I'm bustin through your back door with a fo' fo'
And diggin in your torso with six inch claws
And suckin out your blood with six inch straws
I'm raw with a hacksaw
A killa that'll axe off your dick
And cut your muthafuckin balls off

[Chorus: Eklypss]
Muthafuckaz watch out cause we on our way
Doomsday, Siccmade, every day, all day
Niggaz watch out cause we on our way
Doomsday, Siccmade, every day, all day

[Pit]
You mind if I like Jason X?
It's just, aint no tellin who I'm gonna fuck up next
I break backs like a pencil
A machete's my killin utensil
Quick to show a weak nigga that I'm decent
I still dwell in a city of the late Bugsy Siegel
I roll illegal with a throw-away Desert Eagle
In a 84' Monte Carlo like Denzel
I got something sticky, blazed up
Can't you smell?
I break niggaz down like multiple sclerosis
Relentless, cause if you should try to fight back
It's hopeless
Don't lose focus
Hokus pokus
Supposed to keep the beamer to the eyes
To your snot box, to your head, to your chin
And here we go again
Steel toed boots
Still stompin the shit out of a bitch ass nigga
I'm livin ruggish and thuggish
I relish the moment to defeat and destroy my opponent
Hit him from the back with a sawed-off
And blow his arm off
I knew we got a star

[Brotha Lynch Hung]
I keep my enemies closer
My scope will get me close up
My barrel do the face lift
My metal leave you faceless like a JVC
You brave enough to come play with me?
I play rough
Put lead toes in your guts and replace beef
It's an emergency
I'm a surgeon, I drill niggaz
Peel livers back for snatch
You hooked in the game
You lookin for fame?
Ever since 92'
My shit been cookin your brain
Look up the name, run in your house
Put the gun in your mouth
You aint lookin the same
Aint runnin your route Jerry Rice
I aint very nice
Mix it with Gin every night
It's a scary sight
Siccmade hittas, we orange peel 'em
Feel a milla down the side of ya bed?
Be lookin for the killa
Like Spiderman, my rhyme's the web
Time for bed, Pop!
Two in the head, doin the dead dance
And I got red hands
And I might as well
Thick, I'm dry,
Spittin my shit too quick for fire, like Napalm
It's all in my head, imma tryin to stay calm

[Chorus: Eklypss]
Muthafuckaz watch out cause we on our way
Doomsday, Siccmade, every day, all day
Niggaz watch out cause we on our way
Doomsday, Siccmade, every day, all day
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