Creepin' - Tech N9ne

Areola, that shirt came off, that bra came off and so crazy

What a day, what a motherfuckin' day, I tell you

Baby, I’m home!

Hey, baby!

What’s that smell?

Smell like, like my baby’s pussy

What the fuck?!

(Oh, shit! Sorry! Shit!)

What do you do when you’re workin'

Come home, and I’m creepin' out the back door

Pants on the floor and you’re lookin'

At her sayin' «What you doin' that for?»

This is how it goes when you’re hard at work (Hard at work)

I’m with your lady and I’m all up in her skirt (All up in her skirt)

She chose a rapper, cause this rapper know how to tap her

Strap her down and attack her while you sneak in

Watch pornos and jerk (Watch pornos and jerk)

And you can’t be mad at me, cause your thick bitch wanna ravage me

Got my big dick in her cavities then it’s spit, spit I’m in anatomy

And you can’t come badgin' me, cause she sick wanna insert half of me

Straight addicted to the master, he whips the sticks up without batteries

Poetry in motion, I make her water, cause I’m a scholar

I father her twat and bother her I got her

She’ll eat anything I want her to eat

She’ll swallow anything I want her to swallow

She’ll go down and chew on my dog

Doin' anything that’ll make me holler

And you the victim don’t even know, what’s you comin' home to

I’m bangin' it out and she’s screamin' like we doin' kung fu

I’m feelin' right, cause you the one she do the wrong to

Now that you know your lady is creepin' - what you gon' do?

But it ain’t no need though, cause I’m a G though

I find 'em, then fuck 'em, feed 'em and I let him repo

I understand you’re punchin' that clock

But while you’re punchin' man, I’m punchin' that twat

Gonna get that overtime, BG Bullet does step over the line

Gotta key to the crib, this pussy’s suppose to be the line

This bitch too old to be lying, she done

Told her husband things suppose to be fine

You the bigger man, and I’m her clover leaf now

What about the clothes that he found

Did you tell him you love him, did you tell him you with it

Did you tell him you this love his dick

Everytime that you get it — I don’t think so

So I’mma keep things low, keep pullin'

These strings close that pop that El Nino (Yes!)

Cause I’m the best at it, your lady’s sex addict

All in the spot when you’re not, getting my head patted

But I’mma keep this thing respectable, homie

I’m using condoms in your festival, homie, no need to kill a nigga!

What would you do if your boo crept on you

With me, new tattoo with the letter «P»

All over her humps like the letter «B»

Trip if you want to, scared nigga

Never me: your girl has been land-marked

That means that I marked her — that means

That I skeeted sperm all over her twat fur

That means that I got her, where you never had her

Sex game critical, now she is a master

You never got your dick licked, mine is getting tongue-kissed

She could suck a orange through a straw — call her Sunkist

Man, she a cold chick, yeah I know you miss that

Bank account access, yeah, you know I did that

Put it where her ribs at, then I let her slip on it

If ya like it then ya should-a put a ring on it

Cause Paul Mussan had that pussy with a sling on it

And I ain’t even poppin' E homie, but the question is