[Chorus: Krizz Kaliko]
I wanna give, give it all
I said, I said, I said, I said
I wanna try to kill everything in my way
Everybody say, hey, ey, ey, ey, ey!
[Verse 1: Tech N9ne]
Yep, I'm the one ya heard
Reppin' rojo on Jimmy Kimmel had some disturbed
But niggas know that we ruff and rugged so mum's the word
Tech N9na face painted look like he come to purge!
Real Scorpio, shoot this thing like a torpedo
Rock the rip, no remorse we go
Dummy like Mork from Ork, we know
And I say that with the utmost respect
I bust flow to death, I must blow the check
It's never enough dough for Tech
So I get sick with it, I make a bitch dig it
Even when I wanna speed it up and I quick-spit it
I get a bit wicked up in a battle
Try to bite, I buck a blammer in his fitted
Killin' music get me stiff sitted, I can't piss when it become hard
So I need a chick to hit it when I kick a lyric
And I'mma murder 'til I'm on the yard (Murder)
My verse are like burst that jerk up and merk the weak twerp
You cannot hurt the Gurkha
First to insert the work, the son of the earth
I disperse the curse to reverse ya to the worst of ya
Then I'mma squirt ya MRSA (Ugh)
Trip not, you see I got the advantage in hip hop
'Cause rappers sound identical so when N9na's shit drop
I do numbers, I'm the pinnacle so never will this stop
Y'all can't beat me doin' nothing, except for
Stalkin' these thoughts I spew and suckin'
We run this independent game, it ain't no screwin' us
When we runnin' everything except our mouth while they blue and sufferin'
This on the Bible, I kill any life with a script from this rhyme
Music's done - divine
This is my rifle, there aren't any like it 'cause this one is N9ne
This a gift from his mind
I wanna give, give it all
I said, I said, I said, I said
I wanna try to kill everything in my way
Everybody say, hey, ey, ey, ey, ey!
[Verse 1: Tech N9ne]
Yep, I'm the one ya heard
Reppin' rojo on Jimmy Kimmel had some disturbed
But niggas know that we ruff and rugged so mum's the word
Tech N9na face painted look like he come to purge!
Real Scorpio, shoot this thing like a torpedo
Rock the rip, no remorse we go
Dummy like Mork from Ork, we know
And I say that with the utmost respect
I bust flow to death, I must blow the check
It's never enough dough for Tech
So I get sick with it, I make a bitch dig it
Even when I wanna speed it up and I quick-spit it
I get a bit wicked up in a battle
Try to bite, I buck a blammer in his fitted
Killin' music get me stiff sitted, I can't piss when it become hard
So I need a chick to hit it when I kick a lyric
And I'mma murder 'til I'm on the yard (Murder)
My verse are like burst that jerk up and merk the weak twerp
You cannot hurt the Gurkha
First to insert the work, the son of the earth
I disperse the curse to reverse ya to the worst of ya
Then I'mma squirt ya MRSA (Ugh)
Trip not, you see I got the advantage in hip hop
'Cause rappers sound identical so when N9na's shit drop
I do numbers, I'm the pinnacle so never will this stop
Y'all can't beat me doin' nothing, except for
Stalkin' these thoughts I spew and suckin'
We run this independent game, it ain't no screwin' us
When we runnin' everything except our mouth while they blue and sufferin'
This on the Bible, I kill any life with a script from this rhyme
Music's done - divine
This is my rifle, there aren't any like it 'cause this one is N9ne
This a gift from his mind
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