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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
don't like seeing Tecca the N9ne go
They said I'm evil
They said I'm totally demon in my cerebral
They callin' me criminal, comin' to curse
Strange Music, yeah
Go Chiefs!
Tech N9ne
Let's roll baby
Flip mode when I come 'round
Ain't no party like a Tech N9ne party
Selling tickets when I spit to get the check, mine hardy
When I kick it, demons
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
motherfuckin' mouth BOY
[Chorus]
[Verse 3 - Tech N9ne]
They don't want me to live in the end of my block
'cause when I get to the killer I don't stop
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
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
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
their rhymes up
N9ne's a mindfuck
I'm the kind to design the crime
Bury them all in lime
Your shine's behind us
Stop you can do it all day
But
the shoulder gets
Cause we over it, over it
So we takin' over it
Time's up
I'm just
Gonna make it difficult for other rappers to get their rhymes up
N9ne's
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
Everybody on the planet understand it I give them a drug
And I get no rest time until it sets shines
I say it's Alucard you call it Tech N9ne
By now you
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
days
When Tech N9ne called and he asked for may day
Ubi, Dax and Kaliko all came
Now the whole damn club is fucking or engaged
Tour of duty so unruly
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
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
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
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
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
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
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