My World Tech N9ne (Ft. Brotha Lynch Hung & Dalima)

[Intro]
In a world of misery
Within this, three planets collide
Brotha Lynch, Dalima, Tech N9ne
Bring you along for the ride

[Verse 1: Brotha Lynch Hung]
Wait a minute, I'm from the West Coast Conference
Like Kobe or James Worthy
You could just call me the King of the Valley
All I need is a game jersey
Nigga nuts and guts get served up
When I get it, I'll spit enough, aim sturdy
Cut it up, gut it up, with cold cuts
Wit' a oven I'll heat it up, came dirty
I'll be off of that kryptonite
Turn 'em into liquid ice, stain his jersey
Leave 'em in the back of the El Co
Like Helter Skelt', stick it to 'em like velcro
Nigga, I'm a bitch killer
I'ma dig a ditch, quick to rip ya
Paint a murder picture wit'cha
I'm a jack knife, strip ya that night
Split your legs open and dick you
With the 9 milli ithaca rippin' your guts
Eat ya meat, the deep heat, deplete you with the meat cleaver
Then I didn't see you either
Four quarter receiver, court order delete you
Tech ordered the meat, I'm bringin' the seasonage
And a suicide note, do-or-die locc
He's in the backseat, cut necks, some sexist
'Bout to get him that Brotha Lynch Hung necklace
Expect this