Tech N9ne

Tech N9ne - Hunterish lyrics

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(feat. Irv Da Phenom, Krizz Kaliko)




You're one hunder-ed, we so hunter-ish 

You're one hunder-ed, we so hunter-ish 



[Tech] 

Unga bunga bunga, ingda bing da bunga 

It's fun ta hunt the cunt ta ding the ding ta feed muh hunga 

I jump on a bitch, pump on a chick, crunch n munch on a clit, dunk on a dick

Somethin sunk in it quick, krump in it bit, humpin the Ninna, bring the thunda 

I be the king'a kung, up in ya spleen, the weenas on ya 

I - eat it up like sufamunda, cheese between lisagna 

I - skeet it up, n giddy up, fiend fa cream, va-geena tongue 

Then feed the need, we lump fa huntas, easily we done ya

The gal sho look like fuck food ta me

might as well, bitch, I know you suck dudes for free 

I can smell slit, when I'm in lust to a degree 

If the shell fits, I'm the dust, you is dibres, trick 

If you one hunder-ed, we so hunter-ish 

We come for the wonder chicks, whos buns're thick to make my lumber spit 

And my whole crew hunt 

Want some'a that new chum 

Kerri Hilson, sho looks good 

Taste good too punk 



You're one hunder-ed, we so hunter-ish 



[Irv Da Phenom] 

(?) take notice I'm approachin, scopin out where the cushion at 

Snatch her out this habitat, soon as I stab my hook in that 

Can't stop lickin my chops, watchin her walk, n now I'm look at

them pair of apple Bottoms n that bomb donka that she put in that 

I got bottle full'a captain n jack, n I'm ready to get it crackin

Baby now tell me whut'chu wanna do 

I got a package full a magnums thats back at the pad if you wanna attack

Then I'mma be strapped up for you 

And all ya home girls, baby bring the whole hurd! 

Its open season for pillow squeezin, n leavin toes curled 

Inebriated, slightly faded, time to get it poppin 

Pull u p the bus, open the doors, n all the bunnies hop in 

Show me her naval ring, said theres one more underneath it 

Tech I don't believe, Kalli whut you think? (LET ME SEE IT!) 

The newest member of the Drill Team 

I'm on the prowl 

Just a wiff'a the feminin scent I'm equpin for infinite pimpin, its goin down 

See baby girl, I'll beat it up, and put it in a headlock 

When I snap n go primevil on that ass, makin the bed rock 



You're one hunder-ed, we so hunter-ish 



[Krizz] 

I'm a sexual preditor, better alert the neighbors 

Cuz they desprite house wives, is just my flavor 

Darth Vadar, pullin out my light saber 

And they like my hard candy covered now and later 

Spear chuck'a mutha (HEY!) I'm a hunta, gathera 

Lookin for a super soaka n lofa ladderal 

Bend'er over then ya stroke her, I mean ya stabbin'er 

Get to pokin, get to strokin, I mean ya ravage'r 

(?migowa?) I'm eatin bush babies right out the showa 

Dine with me n N9ne, byin fine wine 

We devour ya, carnivourish niggerish 

I gobble the top ya like it was licorish 

I even tell fat girls (HEY!) come here, are ya ticklish? 

Dirk Diggler, might hurt'cha but might fit'cha 

Honey want a hunt'cha just ta hit'cha 

S'go on, take a chance, when I advance, don't freeze up 

Somethin in ya pants I wanna beat up cuz, ya-ya-ya- 



You're one hunder-ed, we so hunter-ish
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