Fucked Up Day Tech N9ne & Paul Law

[Intro: Tech N9ne]
Ya
We at the end of this shit
Finally at the end of this shit
My nigga Paul Law on vocals
Midwest side
'Bout to drop a couple light weight verses
Check it out

[Verse 1: Tech N9ne]
Be warned
So many motherfuckers in the inner city got me torn
Many niggas have sworn
But don't even understand the storm
So I better move the, hold the press
Never can slow the best
But I'm having a fucked up day so I just progress
When smoking on them green clovers, xes
Thinkin' about killin' a bitch if a bitch insist
On usin' the bottleneck sources
I give her what I mean by death from anghellic forces
Of course it's the fist of fury
Mr. T.I.B.D. and several twister
Uplift a high plains drifter and differ
Mitch bade nigga, display bigger
Next he'll find himself in the middle of a ditch lay with her
Big parade of them slithery things I mean stuffed in grey litter
Don't know how much longer I'll be on this [?]
So we scorn to [?] best be warned, be warned