[Intro: Don Juan] You've dropped six feet under six feet The area where ordinary people can't sleep Tech N9ne, Don Juan, Midwest Siders, baby Strange Days got the Tecca Nina goin' crazy
[Verse 1: Tech N9ne] Hear this I'm back from Necropolis, N9ne hip-hop stylist Fear this distraught counterfeit rap clowns get rushed out Q said it's on me so the contract wouldn't con me Ten times harder and twenty shades darker than Jon B This round I'm a killer menace, better get down with the militantest Criminalest, villainest, killas feelin' this guerrilla venom hella realin' it With the darkness I'mma spark this heartlessness With a bark of this marvelous soul consumption With dyslexic malfunctions like Eugor god rof efil aggin kcuf ruoy werc Yeht detautafni htiw tihs ew od Sesuj Tsirhc tog em nillik snomed ot eht tselluf I keeps my rella, killa
[Hook: Don Juan & Tech N9ne] All my ladies make it (Shake-shake) Make it hop it ain't too late to make the (Earthquake) Papa work it take your relly make 'em (Pounce-pounce) All my peoples on the planet won't y'all (Bounce-bounce, bounce-bounce) Show my homies (LOVE) all the players (WHAT) We just quakin' if you hatin' we don't give a (FUCK) To all the ladies (LOVE) all my hookers (WHAT) We just quakin' if you hatin' we don't give a (FUCK, WHAT)
[Verse 2: Tech N9ne] Tech N9ne got to pop it, hold the city down with the lock it Either flip a flow for the fun, if you poor son, flow for the profit Love it when you give it to me like, shake it 'til you get your money right Wild style with the mouth down, growl foul fifty seven bow wow Something that you never heard's right here, Nina hella clear, never no fear Love for the flow in I, am I gonna die by the polizei Love in your club from thugs, ladies give me hugs And after shows give me fuzz, cause Tech was really buck Bring the house down with that thang, work a G-string 'til it flame Nina ross aim for the dame who shakes anus insane Sex untamed, I been pained so I gangbang, train's game, she claimed That I got much fame, so I strained 'til I came Better get up out of my center, if you ain't down with the inner You lightweight punk soprano singers better never bang with the tenor I'mma give it to you like a rogue dog would, Tecca Nina make her feel all good Shake it 'til you break it baby, you can do it make a killa feel all wood
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[Verse 3: Tech N9ne] Welcome to the level of madness where anybody killers are fabulous People know what I'm stabbin' is ravenous When I look around I see stallions on platforms Killers comin' out of their phat farms Cause it's heated on the third levels Angels shakin' ass for the devils It's like gelatin, different types of melanin Paint the melon, you felon Love is irrelevant When you hittin' the demon lookin' hella elegant Hit me off in the back, I can hit you off with a stack You can give your boss some of that And you can get me off in the back of the 'lac Take me away to the place where asses hop to the bass Victoria's lace in your face embrace any type of a race This ain't a place for the fake, disgrace will decide your face Killa Tecca Nina millimeter open up the gate (Hey, wait, wait) All I wanna see is everybody really lovin' this hit (From the abyss) Get ready for the slug cause I bust with a full clip (Never ever miss) Run and get your chicks, better hold on to your dicks I heard you were looking for darkness, well, this is itTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
