B.I.T.C.H. Tech N9ne (Ft. T-Pain)

[Intro: Tech N9ne]
No, you ain't supposed to put on your devil suit
When you come up in the church, young mane, hehehehehe
Now they ain't about to think you a rebel
You 'bout to make them think you birthed from flames
La, la, la-di-da-da
Wanna be on TV just to show out for mi mama
But breakin' into colored houses, admit
That it's a bitch when you sick like this

[Verse 1: Tech N9ne]
Puttin' all the face paint I can put on
Put my black jeans and black hood on
That's your TV I just stood on
With a faded habit, this brother swerves when I sip vodka
I'm the latest rabbit; in other words, I'm a hip hopper
You disc jockers never played me, you said my shit stopped ya
2001, I mixed opera, now every clique's got the
Sick caca with lots of rippin' about they chips, oughta
Listen to this quick chopper flippin' and poppin'
With the spirit of Pac and Big Poppa!
Ya! This for your motherfuckin' rap quotes
My shit is surprising and shocking like Barack votes
The traps broke when I rapped with Tunechi and Stacks though
OG Muggs said I'm gonna be the first rapper to cross over to black folk