Hey

It's time to get into some sin

You been listenin to giberish hits in the interim

Them are done cause hear me come

To make you stand up, stand tough, hands up, damn ya

If you don't get it get rid of it, trip if you diggin it

I guess I got more than my balls and my word

I got broads in a herd chasin this and all on my nerves

They have the illness

They feel this - realness -- chill bitch

I got the bed that's too crowded for you to come get in it

I spit that tech sheizter off to y'all

It's crazy even Michael Jackson said it's off the wall

I brought the sickness -- big techs -- live less -- midwest

I be the best don't forget it nobody can get wit it

So when you see me in the spot, bow down trick

I eat, drink, sleep, dress, look and sound rich

So jump up, they pumped up, crunked up -- everyone must

Stop wit the jealousy wit me the hatas be rivvited

(K.I.L.L) E to the r uh dot (bang!) just ain't fair, that when I pop up the spot be like YEAH!



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Killer killer -- it's the gorilla - an if they feel ya -- they screamin like

yeah yeah yeah

like yeah yeah yeah

Mr Mr "quick to get wit'cha"

chick if she get the whip for this

she be like

yeah yeah yeah

like yeah yeah yeah



I'm back with the heat - and yes Young Fire produced it

With true spit, I get lots of relish with strange music

My crews thick - juice click - n' guess who's wit - two chicks

In my lou of caribou sift



Super do less

Everybody in the party will lose it

Vodka and Mt. Dew is the new shit

Thanks to Icey Rock and Demonica

We honor Ya



And I got so much money sometimes it feels like I'm wearin a Yamika (a Yamika)

You can not monitor my money I monetarily astonish ya

So what's all the bad comments and all the drama for

I can produce a picture

Stop with the truths that hit ya

I'm at the top but -- I be poppin and shootin wit ya



Tip of my shoulder now

Mr. Nice Guy is over wow

To a ritzy and older style

From ditzy and gomer pow

Look at my checks swell

Chicks with wet tails

Ready to Rock it

In my pocket - got the Trojan magnum XL's



(K.I.L.L) E to the R uh dot (bang!) just ain't fair, that when I pop up the spot be like YEAH!



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Tech N9ne, Yeahh..

I think the really mean

Yeah, Yeah this is Kansas City mang

The Industry's still punks

That's why they real slump

But when we indie's drop all our records we will dump



Havin a good time to stackin it with Travis we laid back

Doin about a hundred and fifty with slaps and a made back

Hatahs of course you dought, that I'm makin a warped amount

I got ozone, murdah dogs, double XL and (surfer cals?)



What's all the fuss about?

Killer in and remorse out

Fuck Barcelrama

You heard that from the horse's mouth

It ain't coming from RBC

It ain't coming from Fantana

It's comin from Strange Music

Dan Tana an a com mana



I say this in Beratone

We come mix it all cheddah

Honey you in yo dreams

You ain't gonna go screamin in falsetto



MTV clipped me birthday bash show

I got fans like Kat Castro that will boost my cash flow

MTV, completely we sick of it

Won't give a bit

To see in my eyes, the blood in my ligaments

You can see that Tech-a-nina don't give a shit



(K.I.L.L) E to the R uh dot (bang!) just ain't fair, that when I pop up the spot be like YEAH!



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