[Verse 1: Rittz]
Yeah, my God, my God, I’m odd, I’m Strange
Tech want me to kill 'em, give me a time frame
And point 'em out I'll gun 'em down yelling "Die lame"
Let the wet blood spots fly, gonna drop pain
I’m game, they think I'm playin' but I ain't
Why lames act hard, they far from it
Killing you ain't nothin' but a walk in the park for me
Shove you in the middle of the street when a car coming
Let’s splash, get hit with an Avalanche, King Kong Bundy
Blood leakin' like a virgin pussy at homecoming
Dissing me is similar to theivin' some dough from me
Get beat like a promoter tryna cheat me on show money
Backstage doing blow with a snow bunny
Rappers that you thinks dope, we poke fun at
But don’t come at me wrong, homie you don’t want it
These coyote dudes too slow for this roadrunner
.357 throatfucking you, choke on it
No one is fucking with Tech or Krizz or Ces Cru
Or Lynch, Kutty, Big Scoob or ¡Mayday!
You see the Snake and Bat upon a necklace, they know it’s (Strange)
We’re the Number 1 independent
See us win and ever since your skinned and ended
Fuck an image, all the mimics, trends and gimmicks
Hop us in, and they're given the business pimpin'
Ya-uh-yeah! Bitch, Rittz
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