[Verse 1: Tech N9ne] Ay, by now everybody breathing should be into this With us, even have a membership, loving me when I begin to rip But there be some that wanna hinder the sinister nemesis Cause I'm grim a bit, I am at the end of what I'm finna get Intricate, I finish it with a diss for the hiss, but I get no benefit I am not a demon cause I'm always beamin' and on some sinner shit This shall replenish this menacing glitch that men have set On my syndicate, this genesis will spit and diminish it
[Hook: Krizz Kaliko] I done took all I can stands, and I can't stands no more When we bust they clap their hands, clap, clap, 'till the hands are sore And possibly, could you be afraid of me? (Afraid of me?) Be careful who you fuckin' with Boy, don't let your ego trip
[Verse 2: Tech N9ne] I can't stands no more like I was Popeye Then I got my spinach and now the industry drop by When I rock the spot my, plot's to be shot high In a dark sky, in hopes I! Will not die They really are scared of me, they said that T would not fly And credit was deaded, but he kinetically stood up and guap rised Off the top I, will not lie, bread is my fetish And I really get it, that's why I'm a dreaded hip hop guy So stop try, do not pry And me won't have to bring the Glock by, nigga, hot fry Leave ya mammy with a soft sigh, lost why? Because the jammy did her man like standing on pot pie And now I keep bitches that'll make Dennis Hoff buy Twat, I be so paper that it make the cops spy And now the haters try to mock my walk to the top Dynamic and they not I, Boss Nine!
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