Lyrics of 'Creepin' (Ft. BG Bulletwound & Paul Mussan)' by Tech N9ne

INTRO: (spoken)
Areola, that shirt came off, that bra came off and...so crazy
What a day. What a motha fuckin' day. I tell ya.
Baby, i'm home! Hey, baby!
What's that smell? Smell like..like my baby's pussy.
What the fuck?! (Oh, shit! Sorry! Shit!)

(CHORUS)
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' "Whatcha doin' that for?"

[Verse 1 - Tech N9ne]
This is how it goes when you're hard at work (hard at work) I'm with ya 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 ya 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 ya 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 swaller
she'll go down & chew on my dog, doin' anything that'll make me holler.
And you the victim don't even know whats ya comin' home to,
I'm bangin it out &she's screamin like we doin kung-fu.
Im feelin' right cuz you the one she do the wrong to.
Now that you know that your lady is creepin'-- whatcha goin' do??

(CHORUS)
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' "Whatcha doin' that for?"

[Verse 2 - BG Bulletwound]
But it aint no need though, cuz I'm a G tho..
I find em, then fuck em, feed em I let him repo.
I understand you're punchin that clock,
but while you're punchin man, Im 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 da line,
this bitch too old to be lying, she done told her husband things suppose to be fine,
you da 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 wit it,
did you tell him you this love his dick every time that you get it-
I don't think so, so Ima keep things low,
keep pullin these strings close that pop that El Nino-(yes!)
Cuz Im the best at it, your lady's sex addict
- all in the spot when ur not, getting my head patted.
But Ima keep this thing respectable homie,
I'm using condoms in your festival homie, no need to killa nigga!

(CHORUS)
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' "Whatcha doin' that for?"

[Verse 3 - Paul Mussan]
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 nigger - never me…
your girl has been land-marked, that means that I marked her
- that means that I skidded 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 ur dick licked, mine is getting tongue-kissed,
she could suck a orange thru a straw -call her Sunkist…
Man, she a cold chick, yeah I know you miss that…
bank account access- ya- you know I did that.
Put it where her ribs at, then i let her slip on it
-if ya like it then ya shoulda put a ring on it.
Cuz Paul Mussan had that pussy with a sling on it.
And I aint even poppin' E homie, but the question is…

(CHORUS)
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' "Whatcha doin' that for?"