[Intro: Tech N9ne & Jenny (Kid)] Jenny, Jenny get up! Get up Jenny, get up! What is it? Get up, get up, Jenny, get up, get up! What is it? Yeah go with your sister, go with your sister! [?] Come on, come on, yeah, let's go! Dad, what's going on? Come on, come on! Dad? Dad, what you're doing? Come on, come on, follow me, follow me. Dad? What's going on? Upstairs, shhh, go ahead [?]
[Verse 1: Tech N9ne] You can die for wearin' a bandana The color can summon a damn hammer Understand blammers, really can land ya In the dirt, the purple, Mister Sandman ya The bangin' affiliates aimin' the [?] with no remorse and doing evil deeds Obtainin' a million blame when the really sick go retort but shooting people, please Died just because of skin color Why do you think they got it in for ya, African brother? Why do we gotta be living together with sin lovers? Never to been a ra- racism, hate with 'em Singing the [?] death of state prison Let the gates hit them Look at the penalty level that they give 'em, now we're wait victim Look at the madness in Tech's eyes Can I give 'em Columbian neckties, if they disrespect my Family members, let's try - ready, set, die! We so quick to let our vets fly One in Cali and the one in [?] So many killin' in one - the Midwest Side Death tries like an F5
[Verse 2: Phlaque, The Grimstress] You's causin' all the seperation Misleading the congregation Come into a place of worship only to find killing was the occupation Mass killings, suicides, mental state gotta be do or die Evil suit and ties, coming and shoot the price You comply, gonna wanna be euthanized I spoke the truth and expose lies My rap is dirty like I'm Blowfly But I'm so tired to the [?] Stilldeath is going for show trial To get me for my role is [?] I slap the one that try to yell a lie I'm bringin' death is what I tell the guy Revolution for me will be televised! Really there is no alignment The devil and angels got assignments, send the tyrants Blowing up the mall, people fall, that's what you're reminded Running for holy water, find the holy martyr Leave you hangin' like your ex-wives 'Cause you lackin' on your sex drive Death tries like an F5
[Verse 3: Zkeircrow & Tech N9ne] Hurry, hurry, come and get the virus! Ain't no need to worry, you're surviving Let it penetrate and incubate in me Your body, the American super silence CBD got me violent THC, POV climbin' What's the deal? Get me plenty pills 'cause I'm in my fields, many niggas dyin' Take a sip of alcohol, 151 stash call Kidney lookin' like it's gonna hit the ball Grim Reaper comin' like Jake from State Farm In the winter, summer, fall Bodies droppin', get a coffin for your coffin man (?) built it all Worldwide ID and manipulation with vaccine There's no doctors save you to save us Pharmaceuticals are made to contain us and keep us contagious [?] slide and Vegas, the plague shape-shift in various stages I burn all your faces Missin' left eye What's the final destination? Next try! What they gonna call me 'cause I'm Tech's guy, nigga? Death tries like an F5Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
