1.Like Yeah
Hey
It's time to get into some sin／
You been listenin to giberish hits in the interim
Them are done cause hear me come／
To make you stand up, stand tough, hands up, damn ya
If you don't get it get rid of it, trip if you diggin it
I gues I got more than my balls -- and my word
I got broads in a herd chasin this and all on my nerves
They have the illness
They feel this â realness -- chill bitch
I got the bed that's too crowded for you to come get in it
I spit that tech sheizter off to y'all
It's crazy even Michael Jackson said it's off the wall
I brought the sickness -- big techs -- live less -- midwest
I be the best don't forget it nobody can get wit it
So when you see me in the spot, bow down trick
I eat, drink, sleep, dress, look and sound rich／
So jump up, they pumped up, crunked up -- everyone must／
Stop wit the jealousy wit me the hatas be rivvited／
(K.I.L.L) E to the r uh dot (bang!) just ain't fair, that when I
pop up the spot be like YEAH!／
Chorus：
Killer killer -- it's the gorilla â an if they feel ya -- they
screamin like
yeah yeah yeah／
like yeah yeah yeah／
Mr Mr 'quick to get wit'cha'／
chick if she get the whip for this
she be like
yeah yeah yeah／
like yeah yeah yeah／
Iâm back with the heat â and yes Young Fire produced it
With true spit, I get lots of relish with strange music
My crews thick â juice click â nâ guess whoâs wit â
two chicks
In my lou of caribou sift
Super do less
Everybody in the party will lose it
Vodka and Mt. Dew is the new shit
Thanks to Icey Rock and Demonica
We honor Ya
And I got so much money sometimes it feels like Iâm wearin a
Yakima
You can not monitor my money I monetarily astonish ya
So whatâs all the bad comments and all the drama for
I can produce a picture
Stop with the truths that hit ya
Iâm at the top but -- I be poppin and shootin wit ya
Tip of my shoulder now
Mr. Nice Guy is over wow
To a ritzy and older style
From ditzy and gomer pow
Look at my checks swell
Chicks with wet tails
Ready to Rock it
In my pocket â got the Trojan magnum XLâs
(K.I.L.L) E to the r uh dot (bang!) just ain't fair, that when I
pop up the spot be like YEAH!
_-＊CHORUS＊-_
Tech N9ne, Yeahh..
I think the really mean
Yeah, Yeah this is Kansas City mang
The Industryâs still punks
Thatâs why they real slump
But when __？__？__？__ drop all our records we will dump
Havin a good time to stackin it with Travis we laid back
Doin about a hundred and fifty with slaps and a made back
Hatahs of course you dought, that Iâm makin a warped amount
I got ozone, murdah dogs, double XL and (surfer cals？)
Whatâs all the fuss about？
Killer in and remorse out
Fuck Barcelrama
You heard that from the horseâs mouth
It ainât coming from RBC
It ainât coming from Fantana
Itâs comin from Strange Music
Dan Tana an a com mana
I say this in Beratone
We come mix it all cheddah
Honey you in yo dreams
You ainât gonna go screamin in falsetto
MTV clipped me birthday bash show
I got fans like Kat Castro that will boost my cash flow
MTV, completely we sick of it
Wonât give a bit
To see in my eyes, the blood in my ligaments
You can see that Tech-a-nina donât give a shit
(K.I.L.L) E to the r uh dot (bang!) just ain't fair, that when I
pop up the spot be like YEAH!／
_-＊CHORUS＊-_
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