Lyrics:
a homicide
So I dipped across the
Street and started walkin
But I heard Tech N9ne playin
And her horn honkin there she was in a
Corolla with bloodshot eyes
I
and sons where Tech N9ne eats
39th at the bootleg I used to find peace
But at the scottish right on lynnwood masons at times meet
I used to kick it
do to me, all night long!
(your my sex toy)
Tech N9ne, hella freaky baby
(Yeah, Yo, Check it..)
I see you lookin at me starin' at techa nina baby
I
every damn minute
I blend it, expands quick, it slams wicked rhymes
Grand spittage, H.A.M. with it, fam dig it's, N9ne
Chea! Hard to see me like
heaven is callin' my name
[Verse 2: Tech N9ne]
I feel that pain comin' from inside
My people had the same drinkin' and then died
Devil in my brain
put some weight on it
dance for me now
(x2)
Tech N9ne
Ya You have now entered your girls phsyce
you no longer have to wonder where she might be
you
Bad day with my bitch
Negativity on my phone is ridiculous
Limo shine up on the real Tech N9ne
They talkin' 'bout I'm the sickness
Comin' at that
do to me, all night long!
(your my sex toy)
Tech N9ne, hella freaky baby
(Yeah, Yo, Check it..)
I see you lookin at me starin' at techa nina baby
I
Oooh (Areola!), Oooh (Areola!), Oooh (Areola!)
That shirt came off, That bra came off that... Oooh
[Tech N9ne]
Baby girl, I wanna see with the top off
it cool then intoduce tech
n9ne and if you niggas wanna bang its all jesus aint
nothin but a thing real life mothafucka tecca n9nna
leavin every bitch
Yeah, H.O.B, ooh, wow
Tech N9ne. Navé Monjo
Yeah!
H.O.B
They keep on following me
Don't know why they'll never leave
I think they love me oh
still looking out the corner of my eye, hoping you on the couch
That call felt like I was beef that had got shot up
Ironic, I was on tour with Tech N9ne
like the majors (majors), life of the rich and the famous (famous)
That's why she's sucking me off like I come in different flavors
I'm not Tech N9ne
the bitches come and play
They call me Einstein
Chopping like a k
If you get up in my way
Imma get a little strange
Like I’m Tech N9ne
Yeah bitch I’m good
Yeah
And I ain't animating like say I'm Tech N9ne
But If you get me on a feature it's a straight up crime scene
It seems like every year that pass I gotta'
FTI
This one's for Tech n9ne
This potential energy been building for some time
Someone come hit me
I've been waiting to connect skin
Like a hand drum
Intro: In 2002 Tech N9ne called the industry a bunch of punks, fast forward to the present, Now there all a bunch of mumblen pussies, Hey! Let’s
Of My Drinkin Club
You Will Find Tech N9ne
Tryin To Tell Her Truely Get Nudey
Yes I Even Do El Words
In The Fruity Bazoodi
Like To Drink It And Yell Slurs
I just run my lane
Look bitch I run my lane, I let them speakers bang
You hear that Tech N9ne playing, just know I’m fucking slaying
Aye, aye, I just
see you die slow
The AK is the only thing rushing (Russian)
Fuck a discussion
That TEC-9 (Tech N9ne) spitting
Like strange music
That automatic
Straight
it
I'mma everyday struggle 'til I get to the top
I study Em, BIG, Tech N9ne, 2Pac
Come to my crib unannounced I got a big t-tato pie
Hopped up 9.
Murray when he walk in and greet you
I sharpen the needles, let it rewind
Badder flow, that’ll mess up your mind
Got a Kaliko, got a Tech and a N9ne
violently that autumn's gettin' jealous
When it seems to turn to rioting, we call and get assemblin'
Go with that Tech N9ne (Tech 9) flow and spray at your
2 months or so
It was the only song I’d listen to, a million times in a row
And then you introduced me to Tech N9ne and Krizz
When you collaborated
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