[Verse 1: Tech N9ne] Bad day with my bitches, negativity on my phone is ridiculous Limo shine up on TheRealTechN9ne, they talkin' 'bout I'm the sickness Comin' at a nigga so vicious Get up out of my bed, I'm sick of feelin' restricted Fans sayin' I switched, they can tell I was hurt by lookin' at my Twit pic Got a call from Stevie, y'all know his steezie Said he's 'bout to come to KC, wanna have a get together, that's easy Got a little Cabo Wabo, some beers and Cîroc, yo They wanna have it at my house, is there room for Frizz and Picasso? Hell yeah, come on down, told Makzilla to be done on rounds We gotta get more liquor, spread the fun around We 'bout to kick it with family, put the gun on down Nigga, I ain't kicked it in eons, this 'bout to be cooler than Freon Got another call from my homeboy in Denver, named Dion He just pulled into KC sayin' he's double fisted with bottles I told him I was on liquor duty and Stone nem was on models All of my niggas ready for action, when I woke I don't remember this crashin' I can try and tell you in the next verse, but I don't really know what happened
[Hook: ¡Mayday!] It's just a blur, blur, blur The whole thing's just a blur, blur, blur It's just a blur, blur, blur The whole thing's just a blur, blur, blur The whole thing's just a blur
[Verse 2: Tech N9ne] Woke up, got sick, ain't nobody sleepin' in my shit Looked in the mirror, that's fucked up Because busted is my top lip Real busted, real puffy, like a nigga punched me the fuck out I don't smoke, but my mouth taste like big weed like my nigga Yukmouth I think I remember two chicks, one thick, another was a toothpick I think I was takin' shots with 'em, of Patrón, I don't do this KC Teas, ghetto suds, talkin' to the chick with ghetto butts She was trippin' when another beautiful widow cut In front of her talking to me and then I said "Oh, fuck!" Everybody keep sayin' But I don't remember even seein' But I heard if you really wanna please Put one, two, and maybe three Glimpses of a house full of bitches and dancin' And some losin' their pants and romancin' each other And eating each other, and beating the brotha's My publicist almost stuck a bitch Cause she punched my nigga with her fucking fist But he kicked her out, instead She got a lie nigga something should have been said Then somehow when I touched her My lip hit her big head
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[Verse 3: Tech N9ne] Scenario, what happened? That nigga keep laughin' Cause he made all the drinks potent, my lip is fucked, I'm not jokin' Said she's made up with hips out, she 'bout 5'1", hell pretty, but Cripped out Said she got a little cocky, called me a demon and I flipped out Said her body was boozed up and her earlobes had a few cuts I told him I don't hit women, It was not me, I don't do stuff I came downstairs, all my niggas still sprawled out The makings of Caribou Lou, now there's a loose screw
[Bridge: ¡Mayday!] The night was going perfectly, all seemed well I woke up in the darkness dizzy, feelin' like hell I don't feel like myself, oh no I've never ever felt this way before in so long It's just a blur
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