Strange Music by Elfuego 2011/06/21 19:38
Cum in 4 ur tech n9ne lyrics... If u a born technician put on ur ammuniti0n put ur hands up in d sky
Cum in 4 ur tech n9ne lyrics... If u a born technician put on ur ammuniti0n put ur hands up in d sky
good lyrics lol
Alebi 2011/06/22 13:49
COME GANGSTA LYRICS
[Intro: Some guys talking]
The spiked red hair...and the..and the, paint on his face
Whow, hold on man, Tech is losein' it man
He's not as grounded as he used to be
Tech was a devil worshiper
You know you see a black dude with red hair
And a long beard, I mean look he look scary to me too
Yeah that nigga Tech man he sellin' out man
That..that's he's doin' that for the white folks
That white shxt he doin' man
[Verse 1: Tech N9ne]
I've been writing for
Nineteen years for sure
Haters in these times
Niggaz don't wanna see me shine
Stop me, and then try and tell me (Come gangsta)
And then compare me to Nelly (What ya bang bra)
So this songs is gonna tell me (???)
Hey, I've been bustin'
And fizz knuckin' bitches
It tizz nothin' for years puffin'
I've been clutchin' riches from his muffin'
Heres fuck you niggaz this is toughin' I
(Don't know what the fuck you thinkin' tellin me this shxt is hella fake)
Say, since way back in the days rappin'
The blaze happen
I raised raves craves days would blade packin'
And stage saggin'
Theys wackin' Nina stays layed backin' I
(Rap at niggaz contantly they never know the money Nina makes)
Hey, this is amazin' how niggaz formulate they hatin'
You fuckin' fornicate your mistakin'
We can never coralate cause you fakin', huh
Who's bringin' in through the bacon, huh
Who's keepin' this shakin', huh
(Got any questions Sinister Tech and Tecca Nina niggaz know the rest)
Gay, is all you punks and mitch bades diss in your trunk won't get played on the radio
Too gangsta for an old lady bro
Gangsta niggaz don't hate me no
Wanksta niggaz won't face me though
(Talkin' shxt and ?? people tellin' me that I really need a vest)
Okay
[Bridge 1: Tech N9ne]
I rep the town harder than any of you niggaz
Where ever I stand my bills the same punk
And you got the nerve to tell me
[Hook: Tech N9ne]
Come gangsta
Throw your rags in the air
And know that nobody there
Will compare to your gangsta
Saggin' pants to the floor
Every womens a bitch or a whore
When your gangsta
Pack ya guns in the club
If they shrug to them thugs mean mug ya come gangsta
Is what they sayin' to me
[Verse 2: Tech N9ne]
I shoulda been done come wit a gun
For the ones who bump they gums who the one
Said a nigga was'nt gonna make another record said I was wack and washed up done
Said a nigga might scare lil' ones
He's a fuckin' nightmare, here he comes
Really red hair and my face painted
They said (Gangsta)
???? is so (Gangsta)
But I really ain't (Gangsta)
I need to come up wit a (Gangsta)
Scritch the scratch the nigga fat tone is so (Gangsta)
You need a bit of that (Gangsta)
You need to hang wit a (Gangsta)
Mr. Stinky vigalante so (Gangsta)
Brother Lynch is (Gangsta)
???? is (Gangsta)
57 RDVs are so (Gangsta)
The nigga fifty is so (Gangsta)
They say
When you in them streets, creep creep
Cause some gangstas want a head blast
Cause I run with the red rags
And try make the feds flash
Try to swipe my bread stash
(That's that bullshxt I'm gon skip and try to go get the money grip)
Okay, you niggaz kill me in Nosferatu ??? bit my shxt
Cause you niggaz fill me surprised that I got you right here with my shxt
So you gotta be thankfull to who?
By the way homie what's gangsta to you?
(Money, dope and alcohol and plenty bitches all up on your dick)
I got that
How can C-Bo be wrong?
How can Yukmouth be wrong?
How can Lynch be wrong?
How can 2Pac be wrong? Bitch!
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Tech N9ne]
I've been nice to you rapper cats for a long time
I left Kansas City so them other cats can gon shine
But it seems these punks are confussed because I'm my own kind
But I'm back on deck cause Kansas City is who's throne? Mine!
This ain't no punk shxt
Nigga this is strength at it's finest
I made this shxt so you all you sins can rewind it
Meaning, you pussys who says this Tech shxt ain't hard for real
And try to disregard the real
You mutherfuckers is hard to feel
I get your death threats cause I'm the king bitch
Money, groupies, drugs, alcohol and bling shxt
But I stay a hella game
And you punks is so lame
Cause my mobbin' gangsta track will destroy your whole tank
I've been with every rapper who's legendary
Underground to mainstream know that Tech is very hard
Cause I bring the heater
Love me cause I'm your leader
Bitches they suck my peter
While I drinkin' Margaritas
Niggaz get layed down
Seven displayed sounds
N9ne the crayzed klown
Lines like sprayed rounds
This is for all you haters who don't pump my shxt
If you say this ain't gangsta then you can suck my dick!
I might look like a clown
But you niggaz sound like a motherfuckin' circus
F%*k you motherfuckers!
[Outro: Yukmouth]
This nigga is the tightest nigga movin' man
I mean...Tech N9ne will demolish all you niggaz
From the stage show, to rockin' the mic you name it
Thats why I roll wit him he my favorite rapper real talk
Tech N9ne
COME GANGSTA LYRICS
[Intro: Some guys talking]
The spiked red hair...and the..and the, paint on his face
Whow, hold on man, Tech is losein' it man
He's not as grounded as he used to be
Tech was a devil worshiper
You know you see a black dude with red hair
And a long beard, I mean look he look scary to me too
Yeah that nigga Tech man he sellin' out man
That..that's he's doin' that for the white folks
That white shxt he doin' man
[Verse 1: Tech N9ne]
I've been writing for
Nineteen years for sure
Haters in these times
Niggaz don't wanna see me shine
Stop me, and then try and tell me (Come gangsta)
And then compare me to Nelly (What ya bang bra)
So this songs is gonna tell me (???)
Hey, I've been bustin'
And fizz knuckin' bitches
It tizz nothin' for years puffin'
I've been clutchin' riches from his muffin'
Heres fuck you niggaz this is toughin' I
(Don't know what the fuck you thinkin' tellin me this shxt is hella fake)
Say, since way back in the days rappin'
The blaze happen
I raised raves craves days would blade packin'
And stage saggin'
Theys wackin' Nina stays layed backin' I
(Rap at niggaz contantly they never know the money Nina makes)
Hey, this is amazin' how niggaz formulate they hatin'
You fuckin' fornicate your mistakin'
We can never coralate cause you fakin', huh
Who's bringin' in through the bacon, huh
Who's keepin' this shakin', huh
(Got any questions Sinister Tech and Tecca Nina niggaz know the rest)
Gay, is all you punks and mitch bades diss in your trunk won't get played on the radio
Too gangsta for an old lady bro
Gangsta niggaz don't hate me no
Wanksta niggaz won't face me though
(Talkin' shxt and ?? people tellin' me that I really need a vest)
Okay
[Bridge 1: Tech N9ne]
I rep the town harder than any of you niggaz
Where ever I stand my bills the same punk
And you got the nerve to tell me
[Hook: Tech N9ne]
Come gangsta
Throw your rags in the air
And know that nobody there
Will compare to your gangsta
Saggin' pants to the floor
Every womens a bitch or a whore
When your gangsta
Pack ya guns in the club
If they shrug to them thugs mean mug ya come gangsta
Is what they sayin' to me
[Verse 2: Tech N9ne]
I shoulda been done come wit a gun
For the ones who bump they gums who the one
Said a nigga was'nt gonna make another record said I was wack and washed up done
Said a nigga might scare lil' ones
He's a fuckin' nightmare, here he comes
Really red hair and my face painted
They said (Gangsta)
???? is so (Gangsta)
But I really ain't (Gangsta)
I need to come up wit a (Gangsta)
Scritch the scratch the nigga fat tone is so (Gangsta)
You need a bit of that (Gangsta)
You need to hang wit a (Gangsta)
Mr. Stinky vigalante so (Gangsta)
Brother Lynch is (Gangsta)
???? is (Gangsta)
57 RDVs are so (Gangsta)
The nigga fifty is so (Gangsta)
They say
When you in them streets, creep creep
Cause some gangstas want a head blast
Cause I run with the red rags
And try make the feds flash
Try to swipe my bread stash
(That's that bullshxt I'm gon skip and try to go get the money grip)
Okay, you niggaz kill me in Nosferatu ??? bit my shxt
Cause you niggaz fill me surprised that I got you right here with my shxt
So you gotta be thankfull to who?
By the way homie what's gangsta to you?
(Money, dope and alcohol and plenty bitches all up on your dick)
I got that
How can C-Bo be wrong?
How can Yukmouth be wrong?
How can Lynch be wrong?
How can 2Pac be wrong? Bitch!
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Tech N9ne]
I've been nice to you rapper cats for a long time
I left Kansas City so them other cats can gon shine
But it seems these punks are confussed because I'm my own kind
But I'm back on deck cause Kansas City is who's throne? Mine!
This ain't no punk shxt
Nigga this is strength at it's finest
I made this shxt so you all you sins can rewind it
Meaning, you pussys who says this Tech shxt ain't hard for real
And try to disregard the real
You mutherfuckers is hard to feel
I get your death threats cause I'm the king bitch
Money, groupies, drugs, alcohol and bling shxt
But I stay a hella game
And you punks is so lame
Cause my mobbin' gangsta track will destroy your whole tank
I've been with every rapper who's legendary
Underground to mainstream know that Tech is very hard
Cause I bring the heater
Love me cause I'm your leader
Bitches they suck my peter
While I drinkin' Margaritas
Niggaz get layed down
Seven displayed sounds
N9ne the crayzed klown
Lines like sprayed rounds
This is for all you haters who don't pump my shxt
If you say this ain't gangsta then you can suck my dick!
I might look like a clown
But you niggaz sound like a motherfuckin' circus
F%*k you motherfuckers!
[Outro: Yukmouth]
This nigga is the tightest nigga movin' man
I mean...Tech N9ne will demolish all you niggaz
From the stage show, to rockin' the mic you name it
Thats why I roll wit him he my favorite rapper real talk
Tech N9ne
Alebi 2011/06/22 13:51
SICKOLOGY 101 LYRICS
[Intro - Chopped and Screwed Voice - talking]
Hey, now everybody sit down and shut the fuck up!
Class is now in session
If you came here to hear that lovey dovey shxt - get the fuck out!
If you soft and scared of hardcore shxt - get the fuck out!
For those who love raw shxt - welcome to Sickology 101
Your instructor for today is - Tech N9ne!
[Verse 1 - Tech N9ne]
This is style I use pitch, to catch and seduce chicks
To signal the true sick, mellow tone is what you spit
Switchin the pattern, bust out that quick midwest chatter
Some people hate but it ain't matterin, but the people gather, it's flatterin
Switchin the pitch, mixin, there's no need to be stiff in this bitch
Spittin full clips on a mission for bliss when I be rippin this shxt
Make it excitin, got to be invitin when you're writin your piece
Never be dick ridin, if you're goin to be bitin, you're ignitin the beast
This is melodic, melodies, if you got it
Mix it hot as tamales, you singin off-key is garbage
If you can't keep an octave in a pocket, you need to stop it
Have confidence, speak with conviction, don't put 'em asleep when you rock it
This is harmony, Nina's taking you through it
Make it buttery, utterly beautiful, make it fluid
Sickology 101 is in session, I thought you knew it
We murderin motherfuckers in music, that's how we do it!
[Chorus]
GET! (ON YOUR FEET!), UP! (OUT YOUR SEAT!)
GET! (ON YOUR FEET!), UP! (OUT YOUR SEAT!)
GET! (ON YOUR FEET!), UP! (OUT YOUR SEAT!)
Such an oddity with it, this is Sickology
GET! (ON YOUR FEET!), UP! (OUT YOUR SEAT!)
GET! (ON YOUR FEET!), UP! (OUT YOUR SEAT!)
GET! (ON YOUR FEET!), UP! (OUT YOUR SEAT!)
From our west coast instructor - Crooked I (Crooked I ...)
[Verse 2 - Crooked I]
My killer Cadence can keep me crushin the competition
Comin correct when creatin the crazy composition
Cannibal character, Calico carrier, got a crooked copper missin
Cali killers on cannon cockin missions
That was constant consonant wordplay
Wordplay rhymes with Thursday and thirsty - if I'm thirst-ay!
I change the pronunciation of words, per se
The English language got to do whatever my verse say
So if you want to learn to rap, this is how (this is how)
Right now I'm puttin swag in my style (in my style)
It's a emphasis on the simplest sentences
Then I give 'em charisma with a laugh and a smile (and a smile)
If you want your verses to cost higher
Then your similes got to be hot as a live wire
You need some better metaphors
For example, this song is a war zone and you listeners in the cross fire
[Chorus]
From our east coast instructor - Chino XL
[Verse 3 - Chino XL]
Everybody start lockin their windows and doors, Chino might get in
It's like light-ning, how I'm strikin a triflin rifleman
Bullets flyin up and I'm numbin the bum, like it's Vicodin
So much metal in his spine, he could get rich from the recycling! (yeah!)
Chino be curdlin blood, don't get burned from the buzz
I speak with conviction, like what Da Brat just heard from the judge
Bludgeon no love, industry hate me yo
I'd rather hear Hannah Montana, than half of you rappers on the radio!
Startin drama with Chino, God forbid
Auction my lyrics on eBay, that's God for bid
Problem is lyric Jesus is more than a man
with a sick delivery, like I drive a coroner van (damn)
I'm demented, spittin writtens as sick as I can
Grenade grippin, fittin to detonate Disneyland
I am teachin Sickology, try to follow how every punch line hits
Like Chris Brown's fist in the face of Rihanna
[Chorus]
Yes I got to be vicious, this is Sickology
[Outro - Chopped and Screwed Voice - talking]
For those who don't know what the fuck's goin on
This is Sickology 101, you punk motherfuckers!
Hahaha, let's kill these niggaz
SICKOLOGY 101 LYRICS
[Intro - Chopped and Screwed Voice - talking]
Hey, now everybody sit down and shut the fuck up!
Class is now in session
If you came here to hear that lovey dovey shxt - get the fuck out!
If you soft and scared of hardcore shxt - get the fuck out!
For those who love raw shxt - welcome to Sickology 101
Your instructor for today is - Tech N9ne!
[Verse 1 - Tech N9ne]
This is style I use pitch, to catch and seduce chicks
To signal the true sick, mellow tone is what you spit
Switchin the pattern, bust out that quick midwest chatter
Some people hate but it ain't matterin, but the people gather, it's flatterin
Switchin the pitch, mixin, there's no need to be stiff in this bitch
Spittin full clips on a mission for bliss when I be rippin this shxt
Make it excitin, got to be invitin when you're writin your piece
Never be dick ridin, if you're goin to be bitin, you're ignitin the beast
This is melodic, melodies, if you got it
Mix it hot as tamales, you singin off-key is garbage
If you can't keep an octave in a pocket, you need to stop it
Have confidence, speak with conviction, don't put 'em asleep when you rock it
This is harmony, Nina's taking you through it
Make it buttery, utterly beautiful, make it fluid
Sickology 101 is in session, I thought you knew it
We murderin motherfuckers in music, that's how we do it!
[Chorus]
GET! (ON YOUR FEET!), UP! (OUT YOUR SEAT!)
GET! (ON YOUR FEET!), UP! (OUT YOUR SEAT!)
GET! (ON YOUR FEET!), UP! (OUT YOUR SEAT!)
Such an oddity with it, this is Sickology
GET! (ON YOUR FEET!), UP! (OUT YOUR SEAT!)
GET! (ON YOUR FEET!), UP! (OUT YOUR SEAT!)
GET! (ON YOUR FEET!), UP! (OUT YOUR SEAT!)
From our west coast instructor - Crooked I (Crooked I ...)
[Verse 2 - Crooked I]
My killer Cadence can keep me crushin the competition
Comin correct when creatin the crazy composition
Cannibal character, Calico carrier, got a crooked copper missin
Cali killers on cannon cockin missions
That was constant consonant wordplay
Wordplay rhymes with Thursday and thirsty - if I'm thirst-ay!
I change the pronunciation of words, per se
The English language got to do whatever my verse say
So if you want to learn to rap, this is how (this is how)
Right now I'm puttin swag in my style (in my style)
It's a emphasis on the simplest sentences
Then I give 'em charisma with a laugh and a smile (and a smile)
If you want your verses to cost higher
Then your similes got to be hot as a live wire
You need some better metaphors
For example, this song is a war zone and you listeners in the cross fire
[Chorus]
From our east coast instructor - Chino XL
[Verse 3 - Chino XL]
Everybody start lockin their windows and doors, Chino might get in
It's like light-ning, how I'm strikin a triflin rifleman
Bullets flyin up and I'm numbin the bum, like it's Vicodin
So much metal in his spine, he could get rich from the recycling! (yeah!)
Chino be curdlin blood, don't get burned from the buzz
I speak with conviction, like what Da Brat just heard from the judge
Bludgeon no love, industry hate me yo
I'd rather hear Hannah Montana, than half of you rappers on the radio!
Startin drama with Chino, God forbid
Auction my lyrics on eBay, that's God for bid
Problem is lyric Jesus is more than a man
with a sick delivery, like I drive a coroner van (damn)
I'm demented, spittin writtens as sick as I can
Grenade grippin, fittin to detonate Disneyland
I am teachin Sickology, try to follow how every punch line hits
Like Chris Brown's fist in the face of Rihanna
[Chorus]
Yes I got to be vicious, this is Sickology
[Outro - Chopped and Screwed Voice - talking]
For those who don't know what the fuck's goin on
This is Sickology 101, you punk motherfuckers!
Hahaha, let's kill these niggaz
Alebi 2011/06/22 13:55
DEMONS Lyrics
[Chorus:]
When I was 1 and a 2 and a 3 and a 4
I knew I was a special one who had a little more
And they wondered why I was plotting, rotten to the core
It was nothin but an itty bitty demon
There's a demon inside a me can I kill it (hell naw)
Can I kill it (hell naw)
Can I kill it (hell naw)
There's a demon inside a me can I kill it (hell naw)
Can I kill it (hell naw)
Can I kill it (hell naw)
[Verse 1: ~Tech N9ne~]
Yo
It make me wanna drink a lot (ehr)
Go up in the pink wit not (ehr)
This the reason I ain't at ease and currently on the brink of pot (ehr)
This the reason I sit at the window with the milla wishin a nigga gon come break in (chaa)
It is the reason I be freakin the women deeper lovin makin her silly because I done they friend (chaa)
It is the reason I bang (chaa)
It is definately the reason I slang
DIstributed the caine
The reason I'm super soakin in the pain (ehr)
And startin to love it (ehr)
It's wantin to give me way more of it
They want me to lug it through the mud
And thus the reason with happy people I'm disgusted (chaa)
I'm talkin about those thangs that make you do bad things (chaa)
Livin the evil up in the fast lane (chaa)
Makin me wanna have ? beatin the hell outta people makin me mad mayne (chaa)
Gave me the gun when I ran up in ?dealins? in 9th grade
With a sligh rage I was ice age (chaa)
Another reason Tecca Nina won't have any light days
Voted me the King of Darkness (ehr)
Voted me to be really heartless (ehr)
All up in my spirt they march they makin me start sparkin at the targets (ehr)
Woke up today I was steamin
Cuz when I found out I was not dreamin
Because the host that afloats me the most was a goddam demon (Demon, demon)
[Chorus:]
When I was 1 and a 2 and a 3 and a 4
I knew I was a special one who had a little more
And they wondered why I was plottin, rotten to the core
It was nothin but an itty bitty demon
There's a demon inside a me can I kill it (hell naw)
Can I kill it (hell naw)
Can I kill it (hell naw)
There's a demon inside a me can I kill it (hell naw)
Can I kill it (hell naw)
Can I kill it (hell naw)
[DJ Paul:]
See it's a demon inside'a me n I'm thinkin its that dope
It's got me doin shxt a nigga never'a never even done befoe
It got me kickin the doo'
Of folks I don't even know
Straight wildin
9-11 time a fuckin' thousand
Buck like burkly housin, my glock is so erousin
Make you stand a'ten hut the way that bitch be shoutin'
Somethin' like a scary movie, nigga but I'm scarier
Bury ya, Memphis Tenn black Heaven area
Buck nigga, get buck bitch, get wit' mey
'N I'mma show ya how this Tripple 6'll get sillay
Psycho, like no, other individual
Glock with the red beam to keep you in my visual
Three 6, n Tech Ninna, would'a like an Aquafina? Desert Eagle, 50 cal,
Tell me have ya seen'a - pussy juice, still on my shxt
From this hoe I just raped
In a fuckin' hustla face, shot him in his fuckin face
When I was one, and a two, and a three, and a four
I knew, I was special one who a little more
And they, wondered why I was plumb rotten to the core
It was nothin but an itty bitty demon
There's a demon inside'a me can I kill it?
Hell naw!
Can I kill it?
Hell naw!
Can I kill it?
Hell naw!
There's a demon inside'a me can I kill it?
Hell naw!
Can I kill it?
Hell naw!
Can I kill it?
Hell naw!
[Juicy J:]
This fish food powder will make you hype
Go into a bar, get into bar fights
Have you walkin' around all night
Lookin' like a fool like somethin aint right
That extacy pill will make you feel it
Look at a bitch, girl you gonn' get it
You wanna act kinda funny with me, you can suck my dick 'til I nutt on titties
Loritab top pills, any kinda pills, vicodin, xanax, ambien, yeah
All geeked up, wash it down with a beer
Did it to myself, nigga its your year
Nigga I party like a goddamn fool
Back yard barbeque, hoes in the pool
Jacked like a muthafucka, stressed like a muthafucka, this my life nigga, so fuck you These funk niggas can't trust niggas, you'll get lit up nigga, get stuck nigga
These choppas buck nigga, nigga buck nigga all in yo guts nigga, nigga guts
A liquor store gatta get the dough, walked in with the fo' get em on the floo' nigga
I'm so damn cold
I ain't tryin' fold nigga, I kick in doo's if ya got the go nigga
Yeah we murda, put the clip in, (?check a list?) put the head in?)
Kill and kill, buck your children
Kidnap her for half a million
Juicy J, yea I'm the realest in the game I'm gonna get it
Coke n weed n plenty women
Yeah I'm out herr makin' that killin'
When I was one, and a two, and a three, and a four
I knew, I was special one who a little more
And they, wondered why I was plumb rotten to the core
It was nothin but an itty bitty demon/
There's a demon inside'a me can I kill it?
Hell naw!
Can I kill it?
Hell naw!
Can I kill it?
Hell naw!
There's a demon inside'a me can I kill it?
Hell naw!
Can I kill it?
Hell naw!
Can I kill it?
Hell naw!
[Tech N9ne:]
No where to run-u-un
No where to hi-i-ide
Demon in si-i-ide
No where to run-u-un
No where to hi-i-ide
Demon in si-i-ide
DEMONS Lyrics
[Chorus:]
When I was 1 and a 2 and a 3 and a 4
I knew I was a special one who had a little more
And they wondered why I was plotting, rotten to the core
It was nothin but an itty bitty demon
There's a demon inside a me can I kill it (hell naw)
Can I kill it (hell naw)
Can I kill it (hell naw)
There's a demon inside a me can I kill it (hell naw)
Can I kill it (hell naw)
Can I kill it (hell naw)
[Verse 1: ~Tech N9ne~]
Yo
It make me wanna drink a lot (ehr)
Go up in the pink wit not (ehr)
This the reason I ain't at ease and currently on the brink of pot (ehr)
This the reason I sit at the window with the milla wishin a nigga gon come break in (chaa)
It is the reason I be freakin the women deeper lovin makin her silly because I done they friend (chaa)
It is the reason I bang (chaa)
It is definately the reason I slang
DIstributed the caine
The reason I'm super soakin in the pain (ehr)
And startin to love it (ehr)
It's wantin to give me way more of it
They want me to lug it through the mud
And thus the reason with happy people I'm disgusted (chaa)
I'm talkin about those thangs that make you do bad things (chaa)
Livin the evil up in the fast lane (chaa)
Makin me wanna have ? beatin the hell outta people makin me mad mayne (chaa)
Gave me the gun when I ran up in ?dealins? in 9th grade
With a sligh rage I was ice age (chaa)
Another reason Tecca Nina won't have any light days
Voted me the King of Darkness (ehr)
Voted me to be really heartless (ehr)
All up in my spirt they march they makin me start sparkin at the targets (ehr)
Woke up today I was steamin
Cuz when I found out I was not dreamin
Because the host that afloats me the most was a goddam demon (Demon, demon)
[Chorus:]
When I was 1 and a 2 and a 3 and a 4
I knew I was a special one who had a little more
And they wondered why I was plottin, rotten to the core
It was nothin but an itty bitty demon
There's a demon inside a me can I kill it (hell naw)
Can I kill it (hell naw)
Can I kill it (hell naw)
There's a demon inside a me can I kill it (hell naw)
Can I kill it (hell naw)
Can I kill it (hell naw)
[DJ Paul:]
See it's a demon inside'a me n I'm thinkin its that dope
It's got me doin shxt a nigga never'a never even done befoe
It got me kickin the doo'
Of folks I don't even know
Straight wildin
9-11 time a fuckin' thousand
Buck like burkly housin, my glock is so erousin
Make you stand a'ten hut the way that bitch be shoutin'
Somethin' like a scary movie, nigga but I'm scarier
Bury ya, Memphis Tenn black Heaven area
Buck nigga, get buck bitch, get wit' mey
'N I'mma show ya how this Tripple 6'll get sillay
Psycho, like no, other individual
Glock with the red beam to keep you in my visual
Three 6, n Tech Ninna, would'a like an Aquafina? Desert Eagle, 50 cal,
Tell me have ya seen'a - pussy juice, still on my shxt
From this hoe I just raped
In a fuckin' hustla face, shot him in his fuckin face
When I was one, and a two, and a three, and a four
I knew, I was special one who a little more
And they, wondered why I was plumb rotten to the core
It was nothin but an itty bitty demon
There's a demon inside'a me can I kill it?
Hell naw!
Can I kill it?
Hell naw!
Can I kill it?
Hell naw!
There's a demon inside'a me can I kill it?
Hell naw!
Can I kill it?
Hell naw!
Can I kill it?
Hell naw!
[Juicy J:]
This fish food powder will make you hype
Go into a bar, get into bar fights
Have you walkin' around all night
Lookin' like a fool like somethin aint right
That extacy pill will make you feel it
Look at a bitch, girl you gonn' get it
You wanna act kinda funny with me, you can suck my dick 'til I nutt on titties
Loritab top pills, any kinda pills, vicodin, xanax, ambien, yeah
All geeked up, wash it down with a beer
Did it to myself, nigga its your year
Nigga I party like a goddamn fool
Back yard barbeque, hoes in the pool
Jacked like a muthafucka, stressed like a muthafucka, this my life nigga, so fuck you These funk niggas can't trust niggas, you'll get lit up nigga, get stuck nigga
These choppas buck nigga, nigga buck nigga all in yo guts nigga, nigga guts
A liquor store gatta get the dough, walked in with the fo' get em on the floo' nigga
I'm so damn cold
I ain't tryin' fold nigga, I kick in doo's if ya got the go nigga
Yeah we murda, put the clip in, (?check a list?) put the head in?)
Kill and kill, buck your children
Kidnap her for half a million
Juicy J, yea I'm the realest in the game I'm gonna get it
Coke n weed n plenty women
Yeah I'm out herr makin' that killin'
When I was one, and a two, and a three, and a four
I knew, I was special one who a little more
And they, wondered why I was plumb rotten to the core
It was nothin but an itty bitty demon/
There's a demon inside'a me can I kill it?
Hell naw!
Can I kill it?
Hell naw!
Can I kill it?
Hell naw!
There's a demon inside'a me can I kill it?
Hell naw!
Can I kill it?
Hell naw!
Can I kill it?
Hell naw!
[Tech N9ne:]
No where to run-u-un
No where to hi-i-ide
Demon in si-i-ide
No where to run-u-un
No where to hi-i-ide
Demon in si-i-ide
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