Tech N9ne

[fox69]

"Shocked"
(feat. Kutt Calhoun)

"Shocked"
(feat. Kutt Calhoun)



It's Like That Yaw, It's Like That Yaw
We Went From Slangin' Them Pieces To Bussin' Raps Yaw
It Don't Stop Yaw, Till We At The Top Yaw
Me And Kutty Bloody Nutty Leavin'em Shocked Yaw [X4]

[Verse 1:]
I Roll With, Villians And Vigilantys Regimers And Outlaws,
Mob Figures We Don't Hang With Cowards Without Balls
When They Come Runnin' Nigga They Stunnin' I Give The Outcall
Consisting Of Pistol Starters Dealers And South Paws [X4]
Payed Brother Say Brother Where You Get Them Hos At
Is What They Say To The Nigga With The Most Scratch
We Dominate Niggas Prominent Rhyming Acts Of War
You Vomited When We Commented Boming At Ya Door [X8]
Just Call Me Chakrateaze Awfully Cockin' Your Properties
Dropping The Hypothesis Make Knots And Monopoly Roll
And It Ain't No Stoppin' Me My Stock Will Be Properly Watched
I'll Be Hot To These Bianks It Be A Lot Of Flocks
At The Top Will Be Hoes. [X12]
Yeah, You Tell Them Niggas We Can't Be Blocked
We Can't Be Stopped, Can't Be Halted I'm From The Block
Exalted I'm At The Top You Talk It I'm Bustin' Shots
With The Villains And The Deuce
Niggas We Leaving You Mutha Fuckers Shocked [X16]

[Chorus:]
You Don't Really Wanna Step To Me
We Can Do It In The Street And Get'em Up With These
[X4]
You Don't Really Wanna Fuck With Me
We Can Do It In The Street And Get'em Up With These [X8]
[X4]

[Verse 2:]
My Melody Reeks, So Mo Hail, To Hell On The Streets, My Felony Peeks
4 Mo Sells, Of Yahl On These Streets, You Tell The Police, I Post Bail
Then Bail In The Chief, My Mail Is A Speech (Like Verses Out Koran, It's Too Deep) [X4]
If A Weak Crevy, Bleed Ghetti, Sauce He's Gonna Need Help From,
Jesus Or Geeznod To Bless Him For The Spleet Second.
Freeze When Yo Beat Stops, Heat Seeking Salt Rocks (Blood Hungry) K-U Double T & Techneeze Shocked [X4]
We'ze Not Yo Dummies, Solomon Grundy Gumbee Props
We Crocodile Dundee's Against Rachna-Pho-Beyonks, Kutts Off-Lee
Money Hungry & Zealous Spocs, Putt It On Me, I'm Often Watched
By The Phonies, Got Snakes And Vawchers Among Me [X4]
Boiling, Liquid, Expanding, Vicious, Explosion, Commanding War
Sink You Bitch Niggaz Titanic, Extremist, Screaming More
I'd Rather Die Than Bin Laden Controlling Common Thought
Ra-Sue, La-Ee-Yah, Ohh-Awk-Bah, Will Leave You Niggaz Shocked

[Chorus X4]

[Verse 3:]
Bounce To My Hit Bitch
Bounce On My Dick At The Club At The Crib
At The Tele In The Whip, Havin' Visions
Of Incisions Of Tecca Nina's Collisions With
Pigeons I'm Thankful For All That Pussy Ya Giving [X4]
And You Get Nothing From Me, Maybe Some
Weed And Some Asti Spumanti Boucin'
Up And Down In The Bed Like We Bungeed
Not Jumanji Everyone I'm Tryin' To Shock The Monkey [X8]
Moe Doe, Mo Power, Mo Mutha Fucking Respect I Tell Ya
Focus Mo On Cowards The World Don't Stud A Projected Failure
Seek Absolute Power, Perfect, And Conquer The World Wit It
Use At Yo Discretion, But Knowingly At Yo Own Risk [X12]
These Time [?] Strange, But Use Time To Gain In My Mind Frame
I Strive 4 Change But I'll Die 4 Change When The Time Came
You Betta Tell'em Tech 9 Millennium Big-Shotz
Our Revelation Throughout The Nation Results In Big Shocks [X16]

[Chorus X4]

 

[fox69]

"Should I Killer"

"Should I Killer"


[Hook x2]
I can't hold her, I can't control her
Could I? (Killer!) Should I? (Killer!)
If I can't grope her, I might as well choke her
Could I? (Killer!) Should I? (Killer!)

[Verse 1]
The condom busted, upon this fluff chick
Really bomb and lust when the 'ginas thrusted and I'm disgusted
Can't come in the club bitch, dumb nigga trusted that I won't hit a gust quick
Son should've clutched it
What he spit, what he gunned this let it in her rump and erupted
She saying she ain't on no pill, she stay thinking on your scrill
She know you're sold your mill and you Tecca Ninna with the solo deal
So what you think she's thinking?
If you fertilize the pink one sinking your linking
Nothing but the jinx now I gotta write her off like an ink pen
If she fattens, she said that it won't happen
Steady laughing at him, mashing splashing ass should've had it fastened
Night is over, now, she ain't showed around town about a month
And I gotta call saying she gotta tote around
Something extra from when I sexed her
My nigga, that' the moment I had a heap a whole plethora
Of homicide thoughts. Can I kill her? Why not?
Cause if wifey find this out she's gonna take everything I've got

[Hook x2]

[Verse 2]
Killer shit I played it out
Abortion, yes, I paid it out
But every time that I call to see if it's done it's like she waited out like
I got to be further on to get that
Somebody's calling my phone, so hit back
I guess I've been having a dome
To click clack bone to pick at, I think it's wrong to sit back
And let yourself protrude from something else, no food
But you're gonna tell your dude that you're having my baby
What the hell, that's rude
But you took my money and all my comings from me
But you reassure me saying she's gonna be taken by her mommy
When her mama took her, she said it kind of shook her
When her mother cried, praying to God and wanted the baby to push her
To be a better person, read adversin, yeah, they burst in tears
Dead is certain I ain't shed a curse in years
And as sick as here, make a nigga wanna drip a tear
Man this is fear, cause I already got kids and the Mrs near
So I'm vicious, still, twisted admist this wicked fear
Think I'm gonna click this weird chick really quick and the bitch disappear

[Hook x2]

[Outro]
If I kill this woman I gotta apply my stealth
Cause if my family finds out, wave bye-bye my wealth
And if her family finds out, they're gonna make this guy cry help
I guess it will be way, way easier if I would just die myself

 

[fox69]

"Show Me A God"

"Show Me A God"


[Verse 1 - Tech N9ne]
Ey
My momma, my momma, my momma is so tormented
She been through trauma, more drama
The dawn is gone, it's more tinted
On this side it get's out of it
How does a prophet who loved God as his father's slippin' to get the bottomless out of it?
How come an angel gotta be sick in the pancreas like she an athiest
Maybe it's the faith that is makin' this lady as crazy and has made me this skeptic
Next threat is Lupis on top of Epiliptic, Never rested
Psychiatrist forever tested, Reverend blessed it
Brethren, Heaven, Tech is beggin' for effin' X-Mas
Hopin' momma ain't left an exit
It better get better quick, how you let her get sick with bread invested
In the church every sunday
I've been searchin' for one way
Or another, you're gonna have to curse me or burst me with a sunray
To let me know that you're coming or en route
I'm 'bout ninety-nine, but I need a hundred percent proof

[Hook]
Show me a God
Ahh
I'm kinda feelin' that it is a fa§ade
Show me a God
Ahh
And if it is, why ain't He doin' His job
Show me a God
Ahh
Even if it's a thing, a man, or a broad
Show me a God, please
Let me know something is listening when I'm down on my knees

[Verse 2]
Where was the Passion of Christ
What happened to passin' his life for the masses
Bad, it ain't happenin' twice
'Cause my mother's stacked in a lab ?
I need your help, and I'm not askin' it nice
All in life it's been paramedics
All my life comin' up all I heard "Is There A Medic?"
A youngin', all I could do is stare at it
Seizure after seizure, if I was you
Wouldn't ne'er let it be heredit-tary
If Aar get it, I swear that it's scary
Sittin' in a insane asylum
God or God's Ghost, man I aim to find 'em
To take away all of this angel's pain inside, come rain
If Momma go, how come I can't deny them
And she only fifty-four, in a ward watchin' her war
And it's more blood and gore, and she tore, cuz people are so deceivin'
And I'm on the floor, because with nor Lord this war absorbs more poor
Havin' all the soldiers screamin'

[Hook]
Show me a God
Ahh
I'm kinda feelin' that it is a fa§ade
Show me a God
Ahh
And if it is, why ain't He doin' His job
Show me a God
Ahh
Even if it's a thing, a man, or a broad
Show me a God, please
Let me know something is listening when I'm down on my knees

[Verse 3]
Think about how all the victims of Katrina feelin'
They need a ceilin', they say that Mother Nature, she the villain
Plead a million, the bible, I read a bllion, Still I'm free to see the real
And my feet are grillin', 'cause hellish heat is buildin' up
Think my momma ain't ill enough? It's killin' us
I will erupt if they're pillin' her false, still ain't no healin' her
I been searchin' for answers, but I find nothin' but man stuff
That puts a damper on the current problem at hand bruh
Or whatever it is, I will never forgive
Anybody who take Marty, better get her to live
She's so sick that it don't matter how much cheddar I give
To the thing or the lady, here's a letter to his
Majesty, why ain't you stoppin' these tragedies
My mother's glad to be with you, but her life's been a raggedy one
What's gonna be done in two thousand twelve when hell's gonna be
When the Earth aligned with the sun

[Hook]
Show me a God
Ahh
I'm kinda feelin' that it is a fa§ade
Show me a God
Ahh
And if it is, why ain't He doin' His job
Show me a God
Ahh
Even if it's a thing, a man, or a broad
Show me a God, please
Let me know something is listening when I'm down on my knees

[Outro]
That's why I be lookin' for ghosts
Or somethin' supernatural. The only thing I know Supernatural, is the rapper
Maybe if I saw something like that it'd make me change my life or somethin'
Now let's get into K.O.D....

 

[fox69]

"Shroud"
(feat. Krizz Kaliko)

"Shroud"
(feat. Krizz Kaliko)



[Intro - Tech N9ne talking backwards:]
(Siht si ton eht tnar fo na live nam, siht si eht tnar fo na ylemetrxe nekorb nam! os od ton ekatsim siht rof eht lived, esuac' ti si ton! mi tsuj gnivah emos fo ym tsekrad stnemom ereh yletal os, yojne! ahah)

[Chorus - Krizz Kaliko:]
I can't breathe anymore
I've gone the distance
Can't see me anymore
The darkness has overcome
I don't wanna be part of this
But I let it take me
So I let it take me
Now it's dripping all over me

[Bridge 1 - Tech N9ne:]
We on this Earth as we hell raisers
We crave good life but born into this dead-zone
I've searched for answers from my female maker
In the cemetery but they never produced her headstone

[Verse 1 - Tech N9ne:]
Black as ever like shabba
Thick and oozing like lava
See this room with my Prada, dadda
Must've came from my father
'Cause my momma, was an angel
But this thang grow, insane bro
(Insane woah)
This is darkness accumulated
Over the years the heartless but fools I made it
Over to here on the TV
Cops kill a man 'cause he's trying to buy a BB Gun
(BB Gun)
What's gonna happen when they see me come
Really run
(Really run)
I'm 'bout to just boom
Take the madness
Let it explode and shake the masses
Shroud that I carry here to break the rabbits
And awake the maggots
I hate your habits
(I hate your habits)
Your evil's consuming me
Now my heart and brain together in unity
Darkness...
'Cause ain't no opportunity

[Chorus]

[Bridge 2 - Tech N9ne:]
They say my metamorphosis made a monster
In so many ways this statement might be true
Your plan right from the start was divide and conquer
So what do you think I see when I see you?

[Verse 2 - Tech N9ne:]
Give me your wishes
Give me your hit-list
Bring all the wicked
I'm 'bout to show you I'm vicious
Ligaments and Sriracha's delicious
No stopping for tickets
Don't make me give the crooked coppers the business
(Coppers the business)
I was suspicious
Wearing your anger
During your danger
Swearing whore wrangler
Don't let me close to y'all
If you touch it it's like an overdose of Propofol
I be the ghost of all
That wanna vote for hogs
I gotta go tomorrow
(Go tomorrow)
Licking my lips, Ow!
Burn my tongue
I need a germ to come through me
And worms and dung
I lay stagnant
I'm an avid madman
See the evil I grab
It stick to me like a magnet
You can have it
(You can have it)
Rack, I'm a clack on they asses
Brack!
Brack!
Brack!
Give the evil no passes

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Shut The Fuck Up (Skit)"

"Shut The Fuck Up (Skit)"



Shut The Fuck Up!
Strange
Music
Bitch

 

[fox69]

"Sickology 101"
(feat. Crooked I, Chino XL)

"Sickology 101"
(feat. Crooked I, Chino XL)



[bell rings]

[Intro - Chopped and Screwed Voice - talking]
Hey, now everybody sit down and shut the fuck up!
Class is now in session
If you came here to hear that lovey dovey shit - get the fuck out!
If you soft and scared of hardcore shit - get the fuck out!
For those who love raw shit - welcome to Sickology 101
Your instructor for today is - Tech N9ne!

[Verse 1 - Tech N9ne]
This is style I use pitch, to catch and seduce chicks
To signal the true sick, mellow tone is what you spit
Switchin the pattern, bust out that quick midwest chatter
Some people hate but it ain't matterin, but the people gather, it's flatterin
Switchin the pitch, mixin, there's no need to be stiff in this bitch
Spittin full clips on a mission for bliss when I be rippin this shit
Make it excitin, got to be invitin when you're writin your piece
Never be dick ridin, if you're goin to be bitin, you're ignitin the beast
This is melodic, melodies, if you got it
Mix it hot as tamales, you singin off-key is garbage
If you can't keep an octave in a pocket, you need to stop it
Have confidence, speak with conviction, don't put 'em asleep when you rock it
This is harmony, Nina's taking you through it
Make it buttery, utterly beautiful, make it fluid
Sickology 101 is in session, I thought you knew it
We murderin motherfuckers in music, that's how we do it!

[Chorus]
GET! (ON YOUR FEET!), UP! (OUT YOUR SEAT!)
GET! (ON YOUR FEET!), UP! (OUT YOUR SEAT!)
GET! (ON YOUR FEET!), UP! (OUT YOUR SEAT!)
Such an oddity with it, this is Sickology
GET! (ON YOUR FEET!), UP! (OUT YOUR SEAT!)
GET! (ON YOUR FEET!), UP! (OUT YOUR SEAT!)
GET! (ON YOUR FEET!), UP! (OUT YOUR SEAT!)

From our west coast instructor - Crooked I (Crooked I ...)

[Verse 2 - Crooked I]
My killer Daytons can keep me crushin the competition
Comin correct when creatin the crazy composition
Cannibal character, Calico carrier, got a crooked copper missin
Cali killers on candid cock emissions
That was constant consonant wordplay
Wordplay rhymes with Thursday and thirsty - if I'm thirst-ay!
I change the pronunciation of words, per se
The English language got to do whatever my verse say
So if you want to learn to rap, this is how (this is how)
Right now I'm puttin swag in my style (in my style)
It's a emphasis on the simplest sentences
Then I give 'em charisma with a laugh and a smile (and a smile)
If you want your verses to cost higher
Then your similes got to be hot as a live wire
You need some better metaphors
For example, this song is a war zone and you listeners in the cross fire

[Chorus]

From our east coast instructor - Chino XL

[Verse 3 - Chino XL]
Everybody start lockin their windows and doors, Chino might get in
It's like light-ning, how I'm strikin a triflin rifleman
Bullets flyin up and I'm numbin the bum, like it's Vicodin
So much metal in his spine, he could get rich from the recycling! (yeah!)
Chino be curdlin blood, don't get burned from the buzz
I speak with conviction, like what Da Brat just heard from the judge
Bludgeon no love, industry hate me yo
I'd rather hear Hannah Montana, than half of you rappers on the radio!
Startin drama with Chino, God forbid
Auction my lyrics on eBay, that's God for bid
Problem is lyric Jesus is more than a man
with a sick delivery, like I drive a coroner van (damn)
I'm demented, spittin writtens as sick as I can
Grenade grippin, fittin to detonate Disneyland
I am teachin Sickology, try to follow how every punch line hits
Like Chris Brown's fist in the face of Rihanna

[Chorus]

Yes I got to be vicious, this is Sickology

[Outro - Chopped and Screwed Voice - talking]
For those who don't know what the fuck's goin on
This is Sickology 101, you punk motherfuckers!
Hahaha, let's kill these niggaz

 

[fox69]

"Sinister Tech"

"Sinister Tech"


[1st Verse]

You're the one nigga
Who's a dumb nigga
And a bum nigga
You're a slum nigga
Better run nigga
When I come nigga
With a gun nigga
You're a bitch
Buck you
Never trust you
Never loved you
Never was you
Imma touch you
Imma bust you
Imma crush you
Mother fuck you
That's my nigga Aaron Yates
Style lee lee killa Norman Bates
Holla at me like I'm ollie gates
Imma put the milli to your face
The nerve of ya yellin you're a murderer
But ain't nobody ever heard of a
Killa killa doing damage off up in suburbia
Sinister rhyme minister
TECH N9NE be the menace (yes, yes)
Diminish ya finish with the dementia
I'm the grimmest.
I done told y'all I was comin'
Better start runnin'
Or bust like a cannon
Cause Imma leave hella destruction
Mental breakdown and famine
I would advise you
Not to slide through
Cause I will oblige you
With a rhyme flow
That will demise you
How can I bow down
To a broke rapper with a foul sound?
How can I flow rounds
With an MC that can't chow down?
Where would you be
If you did'nt copy off me lil' boy?
This type of shit that I enjoy
I sum you up with
Bitch flows, punk foes
Sluts hoes, case closed

[Chorus]

If you ain't got shit to fuck with this
Take that dead shit on
And if you're bitch in the club with ass on me
I'm gonna take that home.
By the sinister TECH N9NE
By the sinister, by the sinister
By the sinister, TECH N9NE
Vill-on y'all know me by the
Hmm, Hmm, Hmm, Hmm, Hmm
Hmm, Hmm, Hmm, Hmmmmm.
Everybody say KC's in the house what

[2nd Verse]

Bounce, rock, skate or fight, shoot, hate
We so chilly they call us abominable
Everybody know we phenomenal
Get ya' money, get ya' women
If you're getting nothing
Your living is comical
Simon bar sinister
Climbing star finisher
Swine and lard vinegar
Rhyming hard blimisher
Realistic Heathenistic
Killer with a vengence
Breathing this shit
Your whole facad's punkish,
I'll make you kneel before Zod
Biblical hits, flippable kickable spits
Niggas with critical lyricals
Never no mythical shit
Step into the evil fickle abyss
Wiggle in pittifulness
Swivel this and get pistol whipped
It's been along ride
Tecca Nina just won't die ei ei ei eiya
Better feel it when I drill it (trick)
Real is when I kill it (Mitch)
Hit it hit it
Never ever tell a millimeter killer
Quit it, Bitch!

[Chorus]

[3rd Verse]

Off the hook, stalking in clubs
Tossing em' walkin' in blood
Barking that rogue dog shit
Dirty devils better hold yaw lips
Nina ripping, ill beast flows
Yeah we know it will reach gold
Platinum, feel these flows
Comin' off of kill creek road
Say my name five times
TECH, TECH, TECH, TECH N9NE
I will appear in your mirror
Thru your chest ripping out your spine
Hungry like an Ethiopian
Living off the blood in your veins
Alias Donny Kevorkian
Never were you ready for the pain
What do ya get
When you cross TECH
With a hard ass track?
Innovative, twisted
Psycho, thugged out
What do ya get
With Rock, Will, Phlaque and Dynomack?
Nitwits, misfits, sick shit, Nnutt Howze
What do ya get
When you cross tech with a fine bitch in the club?
KY, bou lou, motel, sextime.
What do you call a rappin' ass
Rogue dog villain pretty mother fucker?
Donny Quest, Azmo, Sinister TECH N9NE

[Chorus]

TECH N9NE's in the house

 

[fox69]

"Slacker"

"Slacker"


[Chorus:]
I'm a slacker, never did I have a lot of dough?
I'm a slacker, smoking pot and watchin' videos
I'm a slacker, go whichever way the wind blows
Those just tuning in I'm just letting' you know
That I'm a slacker, every time I take a look around
I'm a slacker, stuck upon my face is a frown
I don't do enough, I just fool around
You all can go to hell, how does that sound?

[Verse 1]
I'm a product of Reaganomics neurotic they sayin'
I'm it just got up inhaling chronic
The oddest I'm staying honest
I'm about to make it famous
So you can take that J.O.B. and
You can shove it up your anus.

I ain't never understood how the world works
But I always understood why
The girls twirk for a baller not a 9 to 5
Barely makin' it with disgust behind your eyes

So I just grip my piece, rip off fleece
Out to take yo lip off chief
With my peeps we ruthless
If you got money induce it goofs get toothless
We loose off 2 fifths we useless

I wanna kick it but ain't got the dough
Sneak in the concert trip and make 'em stop the show
We got ta go, push me and I'll sock the po
Getting' the bail my parents is impossible

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
Now you can tell by my everyday fits I ain't rich
I sneak with a piece when I grit
I'm just another gat man caught up in the mix
Tryin' to take your dollar and your 15 cents (I grind with a pistol)

I stay rid of you lames (yaw gay) and play
Video games (all day) what Kansas City, MO brangs
Is gritty slow gain we ditty bop wit really no change (yaw pay)
And people holla how you do that there
Why your pants hangin' low and why you grew that hair
Lightin' a bleezle with my people
Ridin' a regal always in trouble wit coppers cause we drivin' illegal

And I ain't never giving them lee way
To hem me nay the judicial assembly's
Gay (hay) I come out at night 'cause I sleep all day
Tryin' to get with Def Jam. Loud or MCA

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
Get to the party and my homies gotta pay 4 me
Holidays them just be another day 4 me
Getting' drunk hoping I get to the crilla safely
Pray 4 me cause I'm needing money majorly

I sit at home watching MTV
Wit a empty P.O.C.K.E.T. I MP3
Everything that I hear on the streets
Never buy it don't deny it
I'm the fear I'm a beast

You say get a job, I say hit a knob
'cause the way you run the world is every bit of fraud
So what you ask of me? You get no tax from me
I got whites native and Mexican and blacks with me

I'm tryin' to get up there with Master P. pass the D.
'cause that's the way it has to be
We bust 2 B free, we trust who be G.
So fuck who be glee, it sucks to be me

[Chorus 2x]

 

[fox69]

"Slave"
(feat. Krizz Kaliko & Kutt Calhoun)

"Slave"
(feat. Krizz Kaliko & Kutt Calhoun)



[Intro: Tech N9ne]
Fight the pain, inside the rain
A rebel know, to let the devil go
So now to get paid, about to be working like a slave

[Verse 1: Krizz Kaliko]
I'm kinda good, kinda bad, kinda get money can't be mad
I'm kinda broke but I'm kinda rich
Wishing I had a corner I could put a bitch in
They ain't gonna do nothing
Ain't like I'm suffering
Food for my baby's mouth
Then I bought a house for my baby mother and
What's wrong? I try, don't matter, still die
I'm strong, but I'm not
When I'm alone, I cry
Out for you, it's hard to do
I can't see you so doubt for you
When out my mouth I sprout the noose
Too much vodka and mountain dew
Explainin' what I be meanin'
If you listen fast you think I was a Heathen
But the last Sunday receivin' the preacher from the pastor
Ain't even believin' the bastard
But no Hades, god's baby
God made me, a little crazy
And I'm off, I'm gone
My life is my songs
What I mean when I sing, still on a wing and a prayer
But if I listen to what is written in the scriptures maybe it will get me there
Share with the people I swear it is an evil scam that might be in vain
But if I say I I'm the genius then like jesus everybody gonna know my name
(KALI)

[Chorus]
I've been working like a slave oh, lord
And I get tired along this lonesome journey
I done struggled on this road, I've been wrong
I know, I know that there's no peace in my shelter
There's going to be no peace in my shelter

[Verse 2: Kutt Callhoun]
[OHH LORD LORD LORD]
I need reparations due to devastation from the state of present situations
And it's not easy to walk a narrow path in my jeans
It's hard when your family wondering when your going to make another
Stop leaving, stop breathing for a minute cuz it's all artificial when the laws trying to get you
When them haters right behind em and you wanna shove a double barrel sawed off in your dental
What can I do to stop a big catastrophe
When niggas after me and bitches after me
Wanna have my baby, listen niggas lady
Trials and tribulations tackle me
My mama think I made it, she feeling elated
Proud of her only son born
My kids think I'm the greatest
I cannot display this
Smile feelin like a funyon
(Salty and all) you'll be (locked in a stall) trying (lost in the cause) truly, no denying
Ain't nobody gonna do it for me
For the moment let it drive me insane
Solicitation of a prostitute
Cuz you a ho when you're playing this game
But it's okay, I am gonna to ride till I triumph
Cause everybody once upon a time was a slave
This is Callhoun

[Chorus]
I've been working like a slave oh, lord
And I get tired along this lonesome journey
I done struggled on this road, I've been wrong, I know
I know there's no peace in my shelter

[Verse 3: Tech N9ne]
I work, I play, and I drink booze every day
tryin to muffle the blues
Imma say used in a way
Fools run astray
Allah, God, Jesus, Jah somebody please help me
Mama got a problem with diabetes it don't seem healthy
Everything depends on ninna fame hittin dantez sr
Got a nigga thinkin some of the fans I'm makin would they wanna do me like Selina
Devil laughin like a hijena
Losin all the good in my demeanor
I don't wanna go psycho
But choke the flow you know I got ta go and charlie sheen yaa
Tryina stay good with the old lady
My mind made it go crazy no time for my poor babies
So don't let a motherfucker play me
When I say FU pay me
Even though I'm gettin' money you could still see I'm hungry like I'm in Haiti
What am I to do? What am I to you?
Bought alot of coo, but im not immune
Can't you see? I'm stressed not free
From yall. I'm sick. My body's hot
If in this (pressure) don't let up this will probably stop for
Technina..

[Chorus]
I've been working like a slave for long
And I get tired along this lonesome journey
I done struggled on this road, I've been wrong
(I been wrong)
I know, I know that there's no peace in my shelter
There's no peace.

 

[fox69]

"Slither"

"Slither"


[Intro]
It was a Friday night and me and my homeboys
Decided to celebrate our departure from JCOR
So you know us, we had to go to the strip clubs
Everybody said they wanted to go to DJ's so we did.

So we get up in DJ's and we got V.I.P.
The owner shows us a lot of love, so he takes us
To our seat and Trav orders a round of 151 and coke
4 all of us, and that's when I seen her

A stallion ass like pow, Chest like bang,
Lips like ew, an angel man but she had the devils eyes,
I had to have her cat

[Verse 1]
Pass me the 151 and coke cat, then later
We'll find where the dope at, but hold that, I seen
Somethin' so fat that I wish I could've drove back to
Get my kodac

Strip teaser lovin' who got the visa got it then she will
Please ya nada then she don't need ya prada Gucci for leisure
It's her duty to feed ya amnesia caribou and tequiza

Off the turn buckle baby bubba had the booty and boobies
It was a nudy so cudie was a cutie I gotta get near
Her I got a mucho deniro look at her look at herself in
The mirror moving like shakira

Made my way to the front of the stage hunits for days
The body I wanted to praise will she get with a nigga
Maybe she bent over and said thanx and I whispered
In her ear

[Chorus]
I love the way you make it slither baby, every night
When I come thru that looks like somethin' that I
Wanna run thru, (you want some ooow) you know I want you
(Baby we can have fun too)
[Repeat 2x]

[2nd Verse]
Will she ask me for a lap dance? Then Trav said
She too fine fat chance, boy I'm Tech N9ne I rap
And I slap hands with millionaires and plus I got stacks
Man

She approached me slowly, holy moly, Chef Boyardees cheese
And Beef ravioli hold me close nose be op, how much evil can
Dough provoke (How much?) She told me nope

Said this one was on her, I'm hoping I can get the chance
To put in on her she slithered on me put the booty on
My lap and got ta girating, was I waiting for the
Pushin' grabbing and vibrating

But this is really when my pupils got to dilating
What kind of magical hocus pocus was I facing
Over and over tried to explain it the best that I could
She put her mouth on the crotch of my pants and said (hddddddd)

[Chorus]
[Repeat 2x]

[3rd Verse]
Said she needed 400 to tip out I whip out the grip so
Quick so we can dip out the trick house, told my homies
Not to poke their lip out I'm going to rip out the guts and
Try to throw my hip out

Now it's time to trip out got at the bitch house was 3
Fine female roommates my homies missed out, took me to
Her room and threw me right on the bed got right on the head
What a wonderful night it was said

Then along came 3, 36 double D. Sizes kissin' and lickin'
On me and they comin' to do what wake my dude up but
One of them bitches bit me on the neck and drew blood

Then the other and the others, instead of bud lovers
I'm trapped with blood suckin' mutha fuckas 4 eternity
Brought me here to straight feed on a nigga all
Because I said to a stripper I love the way you make it'
SSSLITHER.