[Intro] For the 9-5! (I talk about) * (I talk about) Nosferatu (I talk about) Shut up!
[Verse 1: Tech N9ne] This is the end of the line How can you diss Tech the N9ne? Ain't it a shame? I bring pain to your brain Emcees are headless just like Ichabod Crane You gots to suffer Rocs This is the Rocs IcyRoc all up in your box, you watch (The worms crawl in, the worms crawl out In your stomach and out your mouth) Hit me Yes i'm a killer Can you see the terror? Step in the booth Now with a soul to prepare ya Nosferatu got you dumbfound in sound And sick when I hit ya, now I flip shit with the
[Phlaque] Bicker, bicker All you niggas got me bit Claiming you're heaven sent, you need to repent Set your notebook on fire! That's right by ya, this is what you perspire
[Tech N9ne] * * * * just like Oscar Meyer Got all this time Get you to retire 816, eight sixteen Now I flip it See? Complex styles, so wild you can find me in the X-Files But I'm out to get you Got to shock you Watch you Surprised that i'm grimmer than Ozzy Now I gotta laugh like Fozzie Waka Waka Waka You fraud-like, fake motherfucka You got to take in figure
[Hook: Tech N9ne] (x2) I can get grim on this nigga (You got to take in figure) I can get grim on this nigga (You got to take in figure) I can get grim on this nigga (You got to take in figure) I can get sick and kick on a punk bitch, cha!
[Verse 2: Tech N9ne] Fool, bite my style like Ja Rule Studying why and how I flips my tool When I get yo punk ass I won't let go I give parents petrol when I use words like Necro Catch my next? Yo, I bet yo, Tech won't last They put me on with you, they push ejecto Imperfecto, I'mma slimer, slime ya A lyrical, ecto, villain, I'mma lose her like that yo (Presto) strange yo I bring the razor glow Deranged and yo (Tech say hello) I got you niggas shaky like jello You wonder if that's your boyfriend like your nigga yo tell though
[Phlaque] Hello It's the Phlaque and I'm back To extract the souls from the klepto-maniac I'mma bring it back, oratory Getting with the crew If you ain't with it Fly fly fly
[Tech N9ne] You must wanna die Off with his head, let him hang high You rockin' my style like you rock ***** You look at me, you wonder why I'm getting ill I'm tryna blow up just like Fire Marshal Bill So let me show you somethin', like a crucifix Maybe that shit will keep you away from my lyrics (Vampire), like Phlaque would say, ("* *") No remorse for you when you burn (in the fire)
[Hook: Tech N9ne] (x2)
[Verse 3: Tech N9ne] You have stepped in six feet under six feet The area where ordinary people can't sleep The badness, we had this back in high school classes You're dealin' with three faces of madness We're livin' in misery, Missouri, you can feel the fury The pain, I'm In Bloom like my name was Cobain I'm grimmer than the Crypt Keeper Grimmer than the Grim Reaper That's our way Oh yeah, I forgot to say "Welcome to doomsday, fraud!" 'Bout to kick that ass just like Jean-Claude Straight from the crew, your rappin' days are through Fake-ass nigga, they're all gonna laugh at you (All gonna laugh at you) (tihs kcuf) Better get out my way before I'm (Pissed off) Vampire, niggas straight soft You wonder, "What does it take to make a bass drop" Yippee ki-yay, motherpop! Motherpop-pop!
[Hook: Tech N9ne] (x2)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
