Blur Tech N9ne (Ft. Wrekonize)

[Verse 1: Tech N9ne]
Bad day with my bitches, negativity on my phone is ridiculous
Limo shine up on TheRealTechN9ne
They talkin' 'bout me on the Sickness
Comin' at a nigga so vicious
Get up out of my bed, I'm sick of feelin' restricted
Fans sayin' I switched, they can tell I was hurt by lookin' at my Twit pic
Got a call from Stevie, y'all know his steezie
Said he's 'bout to come to KC, wanna have a get together, that's easy
Got a little Cabo Wabo, some beers and Cîroc, yo
They wanna have it at my house, is there room for Frizz and P-caso?
Hell yeah, come on down, told Makzilla to be done on rounds
We gotta get more liquor, spread the fun around
We 'bout to kick it with family, put the gun on down
Nigga, I ain't kicked it in eons, this 'bout to be cooler than Freon
Got another call from my homeboy in Denver, named Dion
He just pulled into KC sayin' he's double fisted with bottles
I told him I was on liquor duty and Stone nem was on models
All of my niggas ready for action, when I woke I don't remember this crashin'
I can try and tell you in the next verse, but I don't really know what happened

[Hook: Wrekonize]
It's just a blur, blur, blur
The whole thing's just a blur, blur, blur
It's just a blur, blur, blur
The whole thing's just a blur, blur, blur
The whole thing's just a blur