Dwamn Tech N9ne

[Intro: Tech N9ne]
Speak-a my language?
People I hang with
You can't find this in ya big book
Never heard before, my crew, bitch, look

[Verse 1: Tech N9ne]
Hellurr, straight crown and a burrr
And after I'm finished, you know I'ma drink some murrr
But I got 20/20 vision when I'm pitchin', listen
I spot them chickens, never slippin' like a transmission
You like Baileys, I like ladies, I'm quite crazy
And maybe a little shady to hit tonight, baby
Cookies, I gotta bang, they wanna hang with a real nigga
All day, everyday, by myself, not a gang
Wanna go night-night, nigga?
I'ma so nice I lit up, like a swisher
I don't know why thy bitter
Won't stroke by my ni-nuts, Papa getcha
Wi-wi-wi-witch if you hide the puta
Away from me, then you can blow me like a hookah
They know I'm a crowded prusta
On the pooty tang, ya booty bang
And I wish I was your loofah
Oooh, you're sweeter than Dean and DeLuca
Trying to boost ya, this my number that I shoot ya