[Intro: Tech N9ne]
The Strange God is on top
'Cause the brain is enflamed, it drains cortisone shots
Then came water flown snot
And I blame smoking strains with thangs spotted on pot
My name's lotted, throne's watched
I bang on you lames, your main squatted on jocks
The pain brought - it won't stop
On the 'caine that's arranged by Dame got it on lock
[Verse 1: Tech N9ne]
You're the copy, I'm the original
How you wiggle is sort of saucy
You need a bit more to top me (Pause)
Had hordes of thotties, some odor stopped me
No whore to lock me for debauchery
Good auras taught me, the Moore's, the akhis
Galore you brought me
Any Lord on the cross we ignore the mockeries, it's (porta potty)
But go and explore your hobbies
From me I tour the follies
Now the core, the body is adored to jolly
'Cause in every town I hit I scored the brocolli, no cops see or Tekashi's
Every time I flow, it's disaster shown
Solo now when I put the murder down, yes I act alone
Trying not to outrap the song, red flag, say rag you're wrong
Lads'll groan, color in the uniform of Pat Mahomes
K-I-N-G a lot of people don't see that he got hip-hop in his ligaments
All the negative chat, and they wonder where the positive nigga went
But I gotta deliver this, I'm the greatest when I dominate it, never compensated
And you know I'm the best and you say another is, that's cognitive dissonance
The Strange God is on top
'Cause the brain is enflamed, it drains cortisone shots
Then came water flown snot
And I blame smoking strains with thangs spotted on pot
My name's lotted, throne's watched
I bang on you lames, your main squatted on jocks
The pain brought - it won't stop
On the 'caine that's arranged by Dame got it on lock
[Verse 1: Tech N9ne]
You're the copy, I'm the original
How you wiggle is sort of saucy
You need a bit more to top me (Pause)
Had hordes of thotties, some odor stopped me
No whore to lock me for debauchery
Good auras taught me, the Moore's, the akhis
Galore you brought me
Any Lord on the cross we ignore the mockeries, it's (porta potty)
But go and explore your hobbies
From me I tour the follies
Now the core, the body is adored to jolly
'Cause in every town I hit I scored the brocolli, no cops see or Tekashi's
Every time I flow, it's disaster shown
Solo now when I put the murder down, yes I act alone
Trying not to outrap the song, red flag, say rag you're wrong
Lads'll groan, color in the uniform of Pat Mahomes
K-I-N-G a lot of people don't see that he got hip-hop in his ligaments
All the negative chat, and they wonder where the positive nigga went
But I gotta deliver this, I'm the greatest when I dominate it, never compensated
And you know I'm the best and you say another is, that's cognitive dissonance
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