Lyrics:
wanna fuck with a Tech N9ne
Or my nigga JB or Chris Webby
Havin everybody sayin "oh no", bustin up the window of a 6 Chevy
Yeah I got em saying
Ohh
Gang
[Tech N9ne]
I remember my school days
When I was dancer
Back when LL Cool J was walkin with a panther
Actually dancing was not
But rap was
Never will I be grounded for disposal
Everybody be astounded by the mogul, Tech N9ne
No more saying, I can't afford this
Even when I was down, my plan
Getting Tech the N9ne excited
Stress free I bet she so Nestle
Wanna know how wicked the sex be don't test me
Drink your drink eat your cherry and tie
came off that... Oooh
[Tech N9ne]
Baby girl, I wanna see with the top off
Take the Vickie shit off
You know it popped off her
Now I know she ready
bless it)
Hit it from the front or from behind (Get naked)
I'm horny baby don't you waste my time (Don't mess with)
Psycho alpha schitzo Tech N9ne
This Tech N9ne baby
And I don't do just one thing
I'm everything
If I did one thing
All y'all would agree
But you don't
So you want me do some
(Tech N9NE)
You motherfuckers want to set me up and kill me
Yeah I mean these motherfuckers seem to be all about dreams havin my cake and eatin it
What did I do wrong? I just supplied the home, but now they loan free justice
I ain't sittin', waiting by the phone
They think that N9ne is gone, they
show love 'till I'm blown
Up and my ass gets signed
You don't wanna rep Lo Key 'till I
Go get dicked by Tech N9ne
You aren't underground bitch you're
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 the background
Your
favorite rapper every time Tech N9ne don't pronounce his words
Go. A. T
I'm my favorite rapper when Royce da 5'9 ain't 5'9 anymore
Favorite cuz DMX don't
Strange Music, yeah
Go Chiefs!
Tech N9ne
Let's roll baby
Tech N9ne)
Grim reaper to Ariel Castro, Adam Lanza, James Holmes
Flame on, no it ain't wrong when I'm gonna have them plans for cancer
Then land ya in
Well, now that you've all prepared yourselves for the madness
I present to you, Hopsin and Tech N9ne!
See I be bangin on niggas with rapping voodoo
that this one knew
That one is N9ne, you brung his time to everyone and rhymed
All though some is blind you brung his lines to the sun and shined
soft in it
Pissed off this mosh pit
Einstein, tech n9ne shines
Behind thine rhymes
(i'm signed to mine flyin')?
To find fine wine
I can design
a flow
I'm the N9ne I'm a look very mean
When a foe scribe a line but he has never been at a show
By the times it'll be better, leave it in the sto'
But that ain't important to me, I don't need subjects to serve
You up a Smorgasbord of hot rhymes
Know that I can't compare to Tech N9ne
But since we're
N9ne was killing the wordplay
While Red and Meth taught me how to blaze
I would run 'em up with Busta Bust
Turned up in my fucking truck and spit like
Royce, Em, Mom's Spaghetti, Tech N9ne
I'mma wreck rhymes like a semi while I'm dropping these bombs like Remy
Hey Ma
Any day Doc, you can hit me up and we
up the screen to a thousand degrees!
When it comes to degrees
You can actually check mine
Strange is dishing out the best
Rhymes since Tech N9ne!
You
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
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
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