Now when the day goes to sleep and the full moon looks, And the night is so black that the darkness cooks, And you come creeping around, making me do things I don't want to do. Can't believe that she needs my love so bad. Come sneaking around, trying to

With your big eyes And your big lies I saw you creeping round the garden What are you hiding? I beg your pardon, Don't tell me nothing I used to think that I could trust you I was your woman You were my knight and

I want you to bang my box I sleep with the door open If you want to come in while I'm sleeping I'm always sleeping naked 'Cause I wake up and you're creeping Want to lick it so much It's almost like I taste it on the tip of my tongue I want to touch it

Creepin' out the cut with my yams, now I want some hay Serve on, se-serve on, now you know I'm out it hard (Ay, Yung Mutt) (Ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya) Mirror, mirror on the wall Who the fuck was that ugly ass boy I saw? Yung Mutt with the dumbfuck Dirty

Lord, take me and mine before that comes And, Lord, I can't make any changes All I can do is write 'em in a song 'Cause I can see the concrete slowly creepin' Yes but I can see the concrete slowly creepin' Well, this life that I've live has took me

I'm gonna try I'm gonna try! Should I? I'm gonna die It's so predictable I can in every way, mistake the pain I feel inside It comes at me, evil thoughts is creeping through my mind Who are you to say, that I can't speak what's on my mind It runs away I

Just chillin' on the weekend, weekend Up all night then we sleepin', sleepin' But we were never really sleepin', sleepin' Tangled up in the sheets in, sheets in Goose bumps just a creepin', creepin' Yeah, we chillin' on the weekend Sippin' something on

Justa creepin' Run from the past, Hide from the mirror, And live in a glass, What dreams forget the whiskey remembers, Kinda like molasses in a late December. Creepin', creepin', creepin', creepin' Like a honybee beatin' on my screen door,

So let it be written So let it be done I'm sent here by the chosen one To kill the first born pharaoh son I'm creeping death Die by my hand (die) I creep across the land (die) Killing first born man (die)

Blame on me, no shame on you, no, you can't hide the truth I'ma slide right through your roof, might pop a pill or two Let them hate, we chuck the deuce, fuck that, we gettin' loose Pussy sweeter than some juice, I slurp it like it's soup She a naughty