Gay Skeletons in My Closet
[Intro // Hydracoque]
Yeah nigga, there's a lot of things I done did in my gay ass life, nigga
And some of them things cum on my back to haunt me, man
I got gay skeletons in my motherfuckin' closet, nigga
Ayo where my dildo at?
[Chorus // Hydracoque]
Gay skeletons in my closet
But they follow me around no matter where I go
These niggas starin' back deep into my soul
Pained inside, I have lost it
These niggas starin' at me when I open the door
But I'm still suckin' on cocks and I'm still puffin' on dro
[Verse 1 // Hydracoque]
Off of the head, forever I'll go
Off with your head, if you a foe
My offer's your death, if you an opp
And I'm takin' yo ass and I'm pleasin' my cock
Stash your body somеwhere on the homo highway
Just to pick you up latеr when you start to rot
Fuck you in the ass again with some new maggot friends
Then crush your decomposin' head with a rock
Niggas on my dick, dead or alive, these are the perverted urges I got
I don't always gotta use the Glock, sometimes I just murder with cock
Littered with STDs, erotic infections
But I do not suffer from that (I don't), my nigga I simply collect 'em (*moans*)
This ain't out of the ordinary for me
Shit like this, part of my daily routine
I wake up (*moans*), go to bed (*moans*), all this shit between (*moans*)
Crack smoke in my lungs, blood all over my peen
Even thinkin' about it sends me into a euphoric state
Skeletons in my closet from all that I got on my plate
[Chorus // Hydracoque]
Gay skeletons in my closet
But they follow me around no matter where I go
These niggas starin' back deep into my soul
Pained inside, I have lost it
These niggas starin' at me when I open the door
But I'm still suckin' on cocks and I'm still puffin' on dro
[Verse 2 // Hydracoque]
Gay skeletons in my closet, a metaphor and a reality
A place where all the bodies get deposited, leavin' 'em all rotted in vanity
Hang one up with a Gucci belt and use the penis to hang a coat
Dead eyes with a blank gaze admire my drip, a knife in their throat, still there
Others killed in other ways and still got remnants as well
Torsos still littered with bullets, other niggas still bludgeoned with welts
Stripped them naked, man I really took everything that they had
Dicked and vacant, their clothes, their wallet, their life, and
Their anal virginity, if that was somethin' they still had
And I can't help it, just like you can't help it but to be mad
I black out when I do it, sometimes I ain't even conscious
Skeletons in my closet, I'm forever haunted
