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| Tech N9ne Killer Like Yeah 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 gues 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!/ Chorus: 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 Yakima 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! _-*CHORUS*-_ 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 __?__?__?__ 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!/ _-*CHORUS*-_ |
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