Brotha Lynch Hung
Brotha Lynch Hung - Close My Eyes songtekst
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[Hook: (Eklypss)] Die (Open your eyes, Hypnotize, Surprise muthafucka you gonna die) I... I close my eyes And am I surprised to see what's on my mind [Pit] I dwell in the spot that's super hot Welcome to my area There's a dead nigga on the block, call the cops Welcome to my area Makin fat knot, sellin chronic and them rocks Welcome to my area My hoggs drop dawgs and you will get dropped Welcome to my area It's like this Past destruction, Consequences Repercussions, Sick intensions I blew a left tire on the gta, on I-15 When the cops was chasing Made it to the exit ramp Feelin amped but I swerved and hit the curb My best chance was appear in Perry Ellis Two strike felon, So I'm runnin from the ghetto bird So they chased me out the Suburbs But it's all good, cause I'm in my hood I know the dark places and the corners to cut like the back of my hand Like I know I should, Rough neck Oh shit, The ghetto bird Hit the fence and ripped a sleeve I'm in the backyard of Dynomite's So I jumped in the dog house with his pit bull Hercules And let the bitches in the sky fly by I tapped his window He said, "What up nigg", What up "Get your ass in", Alright "We need to g", Okay "Hit this blunt", Alright "Sip this Henn", Yeah Rough Neck syndrome makes it hot in December Enough to jack Chris Cringle You could call me the ghetto grinch I keep it true with Doom 'Cause of my Siccmade family members, Uh [Hook: (Eklypss)] I... I close my eyes And am I surprised to see what's on my mind Die (Open your eyes, Hypnotize, Surprise muthafucka you gonna die) Die (Nigga what's up, Now you stuck with nuthin but bad luck) (Nigga you fucked) [Brotha Lynch Hung] I'm scorchin you Might have to torture you Cut your nuts with razor blades Make corpses' stew I like pork and meat I'm on your porch with heat You want the Triple Crown? I'll cut off your horses' feet Yeah of course it's me, The B-A-B-Y-K-I- Double L Right when you stomach swell Kick it with a size twelve You was a fluke, bitch I couldn't let you keep your dottles off of two fifth's It's our little secret Put you in the bedroom, Rip your guts Bitch give me some head room, No nicks and cuts hoe I hate that shit, You know I rape that shit Call me super-dick They can't find a cape that fits, So I don't hate I like cumin in your throat straight You bitches is so fake, You could die a slow fate You get's no breaks, Just nuts in your mouth Strap in your mouth and the Mac in your mouth, nigga [Hook: (Eklypss)] I... I close my eyes And am I surprised to see what's on my mind Die (Open your eyes, Hypnotize, Surprise muthafucka you gonna die) Die (Nigga what's up, Now you stuck with nuthin but bad luck) (Nigga you fucked) [Eklypss] Motion detector, Plague infector Knife dissector, Bone collector Hannibal Lecter Light nigga with a lighter in a fire in my fuel injector I set 'em up, Knock 'em down Get my clown on Cut 'em up with a frown on I gets down on niggaz Hell bound with the trigger I'm a killa lookin to make more than six figures Get twisted up like a French braid Rippin you up cause you bitch made Cin Sity and the sickest nigga from Siccmade (Lynch) Apocalypse Pit and Eklypss from Doomsday Us niggaz is crazy If you can imagine what goes through the mind of a sick muthafucka You gotta be a sick muthafucka to love us And understand not to fuck with us gut rippers, slut dickers, Steel-toed boot butt kickers, rough niggaz Nuttin in bitches, throwin on the Dickies And leavin the pussy red and dead, Infected with the plague Understandin what I'm sayin? I'm Doom to the max Don't make me have to break out the axe I done did it before, I'll do it again Cut a nigga from his nuts to his appetite and grin It's all sin Make you notify your next-to kin Drinkin a hundred and eighty proof of liquor I get sicker, gets wicked Get your bitch and dick her like my name was Dirt Diggler Call me the grave digger I can do you when you awake, nigga Don't even gotta hate, nigga Or I can do you with your eyes closed Clog your nostrils, Nigga die slow