So you know you got to go with Tech N9ne and you this track, so I call on Chris, Riff, and Prozac. Let's go!
Here we go again! Yeah!
Hey Tech, watch this!
Kelly, baby, I guess I'm back at it again. Let me laugh at them again, cause I know I'm right, the back I never been.
Holy moly, ain't goin' nobody. Holdin' is what they told him in Portland, be more than yellow and sick and ain't gettin' over it.
Sick of livin', what you plowin', what you clown, clown? Buggers tickle him, I be knockin' him down, give him the crown.
Look at that grind when you were punchin' and regal, regal, and people don't be equal, and what they sayin' is fecal.
Give it up, put him in the business, surrender, but like you had enough. Never know cause you not pretendin' like you ready to buck.
Nigga don't know talkin' to a splitter, but I don't give a fuck. It goes south.
Killin' niggas like the coppers, the rappers on my thing, I'm a barber. Come to choppin', I'm the home of the whopper.
Your girl is boppin', I know that like a stopper. So dope that I made her wanna give me a slobber.
They remember you, when you stop and you pop every syllable. Bow down to a nigga that's bigger than you.
And they thinkin' he can come speakin' and really prove. Eat a nigga food.
I'm not gon' step in at your motherfuckin' knucklehead, never did it wrong cause you singin' that song all in your head.
Lead off or beat the beat up and go run a nigga feet off and chew him like a piece of pilaf.
Shittin' on niggas and leave the seat off the ring. Tweet off social media, this a beat off too.
Damn, they thinkin' we lost cause when we get off, they look at the tail, so we all full.
Cause it's more than bread that we want and me and Nina keepin' em jumpin'.
And we won't stop till we get to the top, you in the way that we live, let's chop it out.
Shit, never could do right in school, I just snooze and cruise by. The principal told me I'm a loser, dude's right.
All I did as a kid was shoot dice and do right, cause I'm disfused, my future never was too bright.
But who would've knew, I'd be lucky enough to get a record deal and pursue my music from two sites.
Now I've watched for two times, I murder shit and repeat offended with the biggest independent salute.
Now I even watch the number 10s trapping shit with new height. Too tight like Drake's bike.
Got my crew like a pack of wild woods, bout to holla at the moonlight.
You wanna come with us? God bless, cause I'm tight.
You a pussy, you might lose a fight with a bull dyke. And I already gave you a few strikes.
A few of my kinda swole wiggaz niggas face is basically a bullseye.
And you like, oh wow. And I ain't quittin' till I got a crib in Malibu sittin' poolside.
I'm chillin' sippin' creme de coke back. I say what I'm thinkin', never been known to hold back.
I'm pimpin', I'm steadily puttin' Rose of Prozac.
Blow got me lookin' like my nose is snowcapped.
Under the skull, steady gettin' groped and poked at.
And those that oppose don't want a dose, they don't play.
5 '10, you can see my flow from Rose back.
Fake friends hangin' on my clothes, polo tag.
Hate to turn no homo, but I'm sick of bendin' over, gettin' fought for the globe.
I don't have vote stat, forgot it was a chopper song.
This is what you wanna hear, I guess I better do a study.
How about executive, therapeutic?
Prepare me, some of these rappers got a bigger pussy than an octopus.
Yeah, I'ma go.
Thinkin' about takin' it to another level. I'm from another realm, like an angel fallin' from heaven.
I fell to the earth for purpose of resurrection.
I'm comin' through you speakers like demonic possession and hell's bells.
Don't be afraid of the mythology. Deep inside my brain is a wicked psychology.
Ancient revelation intertwined with technology.
Alien biology, you know that I gotta be.
Damn right, and I'm proud to be.
Biggest independent label, check the biography.
We takin' over the industry without an apology.
Burnin' all the bridges, tell me, who wanna follow me?
I'm sick with the sickness and spit with the quickness.
So vicious with every bar.
So best to be leavin' me lonely, psychotic, and mentally scarred.
And I don't really wanna be the one to tell you, but I will if you don't get it by now.
Our strangers are angels, unable to see it.
The game you leave is better bowed down.
You need to recognize a miracle instead of lyrical.
We're killin' all these shows now.
It started from the bottom, now we got the people showin' up and linin' up.
And every time, takin' it to another planet and stratosphere.
Circle like a satellite on top of this atmosphere.
Snakin' back the symbol of the future, don't interfere.
You don't really wanna be the one we make disappear.
And this flow is hypnotic, it's class -A narcotics.
You pop out the bottle, we're spotlight psychologists.
Culp of psychotic shit, Prozac and Calico Ritz.
Meanwhile, Chopper shit.
Baby, you up?
Yeah, let's do it.
