Gay Skeletons in My Closet lyrics

[Intro // Hydracoque]
Yeah n*gga, there's a lot of things I done did in my gay ass life, n*gga
And some of them things c*m on my back to haunt me, man
I got gay skeletons in my motherf*ckin' closet, n*gga
Ayo where my dildo at?

[Chorus // Hydracoque]
Gay skeletons in my closet
But they follow me around no matter where I go
These n*ggas starin' back deep into my soul
Pained inside, I have lost it
These n*ggas starin' at me when I open the door
But I'm still suckin' on c*cks 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 c*ck
Stash your body somеwhere on the homo highway
Just to pick you up latеr when you start to rot
f*ck you in the ass again with some new maggot friends
Then crush your decomposin' head with a rock
n*ggas on my di*k, dead or alive, these are the perverted urges I got
I don't always gotta use the Glock, sometimes I just murder with c*ck
Littered with STDs, erotic infections
But I do not suffer from that (I don't), my n*gga I simply collect 'em (*moans*)
This ain't out of the ordinary for me
sh*t like this, part of my daily routine
I wake up (*moans*), go to bed (*moans*), all this sh*t 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 n*ggas starin' back deep into my soul
Pained inside, I have lost it
These n*ggas starin' at me when I open the door
But I'm still suckin' on c*cks 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 p*nis 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 n*ggas still bludgeoned with welts
Stripped them naked, man I really took everything that they had
di*ked 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