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"Strangeulation Vol. II" (2015)

Praise KOD lyrics - Tech N9ne (feat. Ryan Bradley)

[Ryan Bradley:]
Enter in my castle and you'll bow down
You'll hear the sounds
Feel my fortress rumble as the walls
Come crashing down
Let my words possess you and your mind
Your mind, your mind
If there is a God, look up and you'll find
You will find

[Tech N9ne:]
(Praise KOD)
LAJFA! Last words spoken by my mom
Heaven opened on June 6th, mama's on the first day smoking
So many emotions
Sipping on my potion, choking, black slime's taken over my body
So much it will contaminate the ocean (I'm not joking)
Get 'em up, wanna bust, with enough of anguish
I'ma clutch and he trust when he touch, my name is so famous
I'm adjusting a bunch of stuff, my brain it grows heinous
And I'm loving that rough and tough and tainted, so dangerous
People piling in to peep it
So many step inside to see the secrets
Really I'm a rabble-rousing reverend
Writing in reefer, risen and rippin' a wretched rhyme, release it
Blood in my mucus, turn it into mud I should've gutted the lupus
That bug is intrusive, what the government uses
To turn love into nuisance, and shoving a big drug in your juices
Wondering if I'ma bust and light Islam up
If I'm the number synonymous with anonymous
The drama just equal Osama nuts
You crazy, that's why they honor us, listen to it
I am not professin' to be the highest in heaven
So I say with no discretion, this is a K-O-D session
So if any wanna question, you pro'lly should get to steppin'
Cause you 'bout to hear the lesson of twenty minus eleven

[Ryan Bradley:]
Enter in my castle and you'll bow down
You'll hear the sounds
Feel my fortress rumble as the walls
Come crashing down
Let my words possess you and your mind
Your mind, your mind
If there is a God, look up and you'll find
You will find

Praise KOD [x7]

[Tech N9ne:]
(My word is spreading all over the world)
Parents get this for your children
Help me carry on this love that I'm buildin'
So many years I have been drillin' through ceilings
With a pack of villains, minimal killing, lord willin'
Inshallah, really just sent Allah
What a Christian just saw, evil winning
Don't know what it meant to y'all when death went to Maude
But it really bent the KOD, please no grinning
What can I do, to make you believe
All this beautiful music I conceive
I'm taking out the pain and times the Nina grieves
And putting it to music, now you heard to leave
For your spirits I covet, that doesn't say "Devil worshipper", does it?
Good and evil, I got ooze and oodles of it
And I got so many more followers comin' and I love it
I wonder why everybody's insane when they come to Strange
They had my mother locked up in chains like she was deranged
I'm takin' aim on every lame, they're gonna see the change
Watchin' my brain darken the game

[Ryan Bradley:]
Enter in my castle and you'll bow down
You'll hear the sounds
Feel my fortress rumble as the walls
Come crashing down
Let my words possess you and your mind
Your mind, your mind
If there is a God, look up and you'll find
You will find

Praise KOD [x7]

[Tech N9ne:]
My blood runs through this music forever living through you

[Ryan Bradley:]
Enter in my castle and you'll bow down
You'll hear the sounds
Feel my fortress rumble as the walls
Come crashing down
Let my words possess you and your mind
Your mind, your mind
If there is a God, look up and you'll find
You will find
(Praise KOD)

[Tech N9ne:]
Welcome to Strangeulation Volume II

Strangeulation Vol. II Cypher I lyrics - Tech N9ne

Smoking weed, true indeed
Sick emcees presented by Tecca Neez!
Check it out

Ain't nobody busting like the nigga with a gun up in the middle of the west
I be the killa with a Tec and I'm a villain with a vest
I gotta fill 'em with effects then I get it out the way
So I can say what I wanna say
Right over the track singing like the father of Nona Gaye
Let's get it on they love it when Tech spit a song way rugged
And check niggas on they grudges then death shitted on they buzzes
That was just the intros for the family with sin souls
But the Gandys with the fem flows
Can't stand me like ten toes
I rock it, making my female fans freaking faucets
Putting me up against Hop is thoughtless
Not supposed to press partners, stop it
Can't compete compare crotches, cockless
Taking Tech is too toxic, toss it!
Never will the bosses take losses
Study cautiousness off this shit!
Cause some fans are antagonistic, naggin' bitches
Raggin' like a stabbin' happened
When I'm havin' hits, get vast than sick shit
Like I ain't Vlad and vicious bad and twisted
Keep it jabbing fisted, Trav insisted
So I frown scarier when the clown buries a nigga down to the ground
But the crown carrier get the hound out the mound and they’re bound
Marry 'em all together is how we breaking the sound barrier
I'm three-dimensional, we invincible
You saying I'm over, you never see the principle
My seed is meant to grow rapid, I'm the classical rap shit on acid!
Bastards! (Hurl bars)
Never will niggas be able to gimme the trash it, jack it
(World star)
How in the fuck am I ripping and reaching the masses?
Asses, faggots, too many back splashes
Then a wack black chat hatches cause you napped at rap classes
They making a mockery of my painted face
But me, I resemble our ancestors
And these niggas talking stuck at a fainted pace
Still not realizing this man blessed ya
I am so clever, my friends adore me they banging Yates
Your rhyme is no measure to him, you bore me, gay flaming fakes
Find him more cheddar, my end's for me stay gaining great
Cause I am forever like Em, 40, Jay, Wayne and Drake
Pure art, I'm the shit and nigga, you're farts
How they gonna challenge the Tecca Nina
When your flow's softer than a Velour scarf
Blowing this track into pieces, I'm leaving you fewer parts
At this moment I am laying as dead as before my 2.0 tour starts
Ain't packed shit yet, this how your taint rap hits best
Tecca Nina ain't plastic, my bank's drastic, you can't match his checks
Lot of gore in the flow, and I’m born to go
Got your whore in the door, taking your chick
Cause a nigga been up in the Forbes list now four in a row
My religion is followed by little kids, college kids, metalheads, hip hop heads, the Crips and soo-woos
Your religion is tainted by money grubbing, funny hugging
Chummy loving grown men that like to do youths
So I stick with my technicians, no F's given, yeah
This team is a mixture of a few groups
This for my fans, nigga, fuck everybody else
If you loving this Tech N9ne give me three aooh's and two whoops

PBSA lyrics - Tech N9ne (feat. CES Cru)

[Tech N9ne:]
Chest out, ten toes down
Left routes been shown now
Tech shouts, them foes frown
Next bout, you stretched out, we test clout when in yo' town
Ex'd out, full of debt doubt cause the best house we hold ground!
Better run now, don't come around my way
Gonna be dumbfound when the gun sounds cause sun down is my day
Meaning I don't sleep, but yo food yes I'm gon' eat, alone peep
Anybody tryna get the grown seat better gone, it's gonna be a long week!
(Rah, rah, rah!) That's what they talkin' a lot of em bumpin' they chops
But they can never compare to the winner, they simply be giving me something to knock
I slay wack, just play back my hits
So you better stay back on this great track cause I made that my bitch!
You wantin' this, I'm on a mission too
So you ain't gonna get what you wanna get, this one I'm kickin' through
Hit they mama, quit the trauma, hid dishonor gets to shoot
If you want a bitch, a ton of shit cause I'ma hit your crew
Bout to knock you out yo' skin, go in body, then I'ma go chin
Place yo' bet, you gonna hate the Tech
Cause I'ma break yo' neck, we ain't no kin
Dreams and hopes will be broken when that flow spin
I'ma fo' sho' sin, level headed when the rebel get it
Heavy metal fetish when I go in!

PLAY BALL!
SLAY ALL!
[x4]

[Godemis:]
War paint on my mean mug
Accolades, I got dumb clout
Back to back I run mad laps
When the sun's down or the sun's out
Sara Jay on my side arm
Y'all ain't tryna see me with guns out
With mo anger, that's no-brainer
So y'all niggas better run routes!

[Ubiquitous:]
I heard something 'bout
Anybody can get it, I'm with it
I'm coming for Sun's crown
When I hit him he done after one count
Yeah I'm living, I love it, my lungs loud
When I come from the scrummage
The scrimmage, I did it, I done it like what now
We could put up some butter and do it no stutter
But put up or shut up your bum mouth!
Now it's your move, took a chump out, I'm so old school
Yeah, say hi to my little friend
Kill 'em with the pen, make the dynamite go boom!
Talk about big balling, and it may seem like I'm stalling
When I'm staring outta that wall and
Bombing like Babe Ruth when I call it
Yes y'all it, and my bet's all in, heck nah, never let y'all win
In the game, everything a test to check
To see who can really hang like a net, all in
Come and train with the Ces, yeah
It's no thing little bunny, I can bang with the best in the biz
You better be saving all of your breath for the gym
Gotta run until there ain't nothin' left in the lid bruh, let's get it in
You heard me, chewed 'em up, I'm done early
Suited up in my jersey, feelin' like who or what can come serve me
Y'all too corrupt to come prove to us your kung-fu
You suck, you're unworthy, dirty like Harry makin' my day
Tell 'em I come to slay when I play, break!

[Tech N9ne:]
PLAY BALL!
SLAY ALL!
[x4]

[Godemis:]
K-I-M, and I kill shit
You could say that I slay turds
DIB and I K-I-S, y'all L-A-F and those eight words
On my D-O-B I was D-O-A, but I came up out of that coma homie
ODB, I take no T-O, I'm like Oscar Meyer with no bologna
Killer and I'm dealin' 'em, I'm wavy
Sinner in the center of a stadium, ya numb
And now I go gorilla for real, uh, fuck I'm off the wall for real, uh
And I'm an inaudible offense as often as needed
Y'all slower than molasses, run screen passes, Weeden
Ya get hit with a blitz, boy
Just for thinkin' that they couldn't catch this
And when I run a muck, I'm puttin' numbers up
Go and take you a look at my stats bitch
My contract's got no cap, and the money is under the mattress
I stay high like A.I, what the fuck are we talkin' bout, practice?

[Tech N9ne:]
PLAY BALL!
SLAY ALL!
[x4]

Push Start lyrics - Tech N9ne (feat. Big Scoob)

[Big Scoob:]
Fast forward, no repeat
(We push start with no key)
Y'all on one, we on three
(We push start with no key)
All talk, gotta show me
(We push start with no key)
It's big dog and Don P
[x2]

I push start with no key
Gritty nigga from the show me
Reverse the letters of OG, think about it (I go big)
Slippery tongue, gotta spit that game
Sickening numb when I dump these flames
Wait of a ton, hit like a gun (bang, bang, bang)
What y'all doing I already done it
Get down through it, nigga, let's run it
Simple and plain, I'm trained for this
I come from the gutters where anguish lives
Look in my eyes, I'm dangerous
They mock me and copy, they (Yankovic)
Yeah, Johnny's, I walk a life
Trappin' and rappin', respect the stripes
Hustle and struggle, get game from strife
Money and muscle, pain from plight
Hard scars, made me a blight
Dark hearts, searching for lice
Sick of the same, I'm ready for change
Something within me keeps wanting the game
Avoiding the voices deep in my brain
Gorilla within me could never be tamed!

Fast forward, no repeat
(We push start with no key)
Y'all on one, we on three
(We push start with no key)
All talk, gotta show me
(We push start with no key)
It's big dog and Don P

[Tech N9ne:]
Don P's where the dough be
(We push start with no key)
I drink liquor, I blow tree
(We push start with no key)
All the niggas and the hoes see
(We push start with no key)
So tell the crooked ass police
(We push start with no key)

Repping KC I eat Niecie's
Go chicken Go and at Lutfi's
That's family nigga, don't ever scam me nigga
You getting gone if you talk too loosely
Word to Ivy, aunt Susie, you can ask my big brother Puchie
We good ghetto to ghetto we get to murdering medals
Back in the day motherfucker we Gucci!
Dumb bitch, I'm on young shit, many bitches on this one dick
So many more wanna come get
But I can't have a whole lot of sprung chicks
Bum nigga to a plum gritter
You don't gotta have a million to run with her
She got a gun witcher, and a tongue spitter
You gotta get 'em believing there ain't nothing bigger
Tell a real G to get a meal free
Cause the drive and the level that is skilled, B
You wanna kill me, then we will be getting filthy
Bigger than norm with Big Scoob, I'm with Big Nick
I'm with Big Shug, I'm with Trick Trick
I'm with O.G. Mugs in this quick list
You don't wanna get your motherfucking wig split
I'm with Big Chuck from film, oh, me and my niggas, we will go
When approaching us, take your hands out your pocket real slow
Kill foe! 56 where my rouges be
Ask around, all the real niggas know me
Nigga, free O.G. be O.P, we push start with no key!

[Big Scoob:]
Fast forward, no repeat
(We push start with no key)
Y'all on one, we on three
(We push start with no key)
All talk, gotta show me
(We push start with no key)
It's big dog and Don P
[x2]

[Tech N9ne:]
Hahaha, my nigga Scooby called me Don P
Cause back in the day when we was young, man, you know
They called me Donny Punani because my middle name is Dontez
And my nickname is Donny and they say I love Punani
So, that's why he call me Don P...

Slow To Me lyrics - Tech N9ne (feat. Krizz Kaliko & Rittz)


[Tech N9ne:]
Dumb it down, no gun it sound
If I took that advice, it wouldn't be nice, I'd be plummet bound
So I'm bout to clown, like Kinko, distinct flow
That'll, shrink yo remains of yo pee-brains, people if you think slow (Hit the staccato flow)
Listen and follow me, this how it ought to be
Audibly, quality, call it the K.O.D it be modesty, but if Sickology's
Hot as me, spit no apology (Keep going)
Flipping business it is not a free policy
If I spit it then it gotta be dollars, we
Up and get it I be fucking livid if you keep Donnie's economy (Double time)
Not too many wanted me to spit it with the syllables
A nigga that be critical, the pinnacle and givin' that original
A killa with the trigga flow and really wanna get the billion in it low
(Play the bongo)
If you don't wanna speed it up, I'm gonna eat it up
Everybody see I'm formidable
I'm coming to heat it up, I gotta beat it up
When I get the booty, she comin' to get it from a real negro
Beyond bomb, the women need pom-poms
When I get to rippin' they want to get little Don Don
To give up the John John before we get to sippin' the Chandon
Free my nigga Ron Ron for real
Back to the nigga with the fast flow, havin' the cash though
Cause if anybody, got it, I'm on the mash fo
And I bet I'm gonna beat 'em cause it's they ass slow, yep

But they never get it 'till you spit it slow
KC niggas did this flow in '94
But they say they understand me when I chop my lyrics though
Nigga, this ain't chopping, I'm a show you how we chop it, go!
(Ready, go!)

All I wanna do is get the bitches thinking I can really do the cunnilingus and I'm gonna bring it
I can do whatever they want I'm really good with the tongue
I tell 'em (that's slow to me, yeah)
So when I do the flipping don't be looking at me stupid
I'ma kill it, I'ma nuke it
I'ma step up the poppin', I got the rappin' to cap it up
I'ma say (that's a motherfucking flow to me)
(Come on)
[x2]

[Krizz Kaliko:]
Time's up! (times up)
When the clock is ticking GODS is spitting, flow
Do you got to listen? No, no
With your hinds up (hinds up)
Do I got to kick it? Well no
But you mind'll visit, knee to elbow
Cause your rhyme design us to find this, just live with it
(How you know?)
We was chopping like this when we first got it popping and people was dissing it (and people was dissing it)
Now you got the masses formed full from our passion, your asses they kissing it
(They kissing yo ass)
It ain't in vogue, to indulge, you let yo pen spill the info (yup)
And I've been told that I've been cold since they invented Nintendo
Well I hit it, to make them sit down
Bitches that wanna get down
Give me a little mid-dle
Gotta be quicker than that, slicker than that
And she like the way you lick her, put your dick on the map
I'm with the nigga with the chin, like a billy goat
Telling me syllables, edible, I got eat 'em like a vegetable
And be the next, yes, best to blow
Hopefully next for the checks to flow
X's and O's to the bozos, from ghettos
That get O's, and get (?overrun on dancing kiddos?)
Bless their souls, I done spit and written middlemen
Trying to get vittles from they demos that they peddlin'
If you get it you got it right, interview write it right
Maybe you'll take a flight
Overseas, it seems so exquisite
Hoes, they love it when the tongue roll

[Tech N9ne:]
But they never get it 'till you spit it slow
KC niggas did this flow in '94
But they say they understand me when I chop my lyrics though
NIgga this ain't chopping, I'm a show you how we chop it, go!
(Ready, go!)

All I wanna do is get the bitches thinking I can really do the cunnilingus and I'm gonna bring it
I can do whatever they want I'm really good with the tongue
I tell 'em (that's slow to me, yeah)
So when I do the flipping don't be looking at me stupid
I'ma kill it, I'ma nuke it
I'ma step up the poppin', I got the rap and the cap it up
I'ma say (that's a motherfucking flow to me)
(Come on)
[x2]

[Rittz:]
What, you can't understand me?
Goddamn, I can spit this too bad
I guess I gotta give them a news flash
Dude, you dupe ass rap duelers are douchebags
Cause every rapper that's on the radio sound the same
And it's troublin' me, I be like who's that?
Then they came to abuse trap music and you wack!
Like they on the same level as me and can't see the huge gap
Between us, I'm too fast
My lyrics just flew past
I'm a thousand kilometers up ahead of the others
Shit that I'm writing so over your head that it hovers
And this is for anybody that ever said fuck us
Let me slow it up a little bit and maybe they'll love it
These rappers these days be like
If I could rap like this I might get radio play! (get radio play!)
But just cause you sound like you cracking with autotune that shit don't make it okay! (okay!)
Fuck that!
Stealing creativity, don't give it a go
Trying to kill like Busta Bust, then I'll gimme some more
Tongue flick fast like Raven-Symoné
Make her lick on the lady pussy, making her moan, maybe I'm wrong
To me your bars ain't hard and your song too slow
You will never get to have this charm logo
Goddamn, we a three man band
Tech gave em' the bongos, I give em' a guitar solo like
You... tryin' to pretend that I ain't
Better than 98 percent of these MC's but any minute I annihilate
In a heart beat so....
Many will sleep when I awake, fuck a magazine
The shit that you write, your internet site
Cause all the shit you regularly post up, I hate
Cause your shit sound slow to me! Yeah!

[Tech N9ne:]
Hahahaha, Strange Music baby!
Truly elite shit! Hahahaha!
I mean...if you can't, keep up
I don't know what to tell you, it's slow to me
Hahaha, and if it's too fast for you
Chop and screw that shit, or something

Strangeulation Vol. II Cypher II lyrics - Tech N9ne (feat. CES Cru & Stevie Stone)

[Tech N9ne:]
For what I wanted to do was take some of my classic beats,
and send 'em to my artists to see what they would come up with on these beats that I love so much,
so I wanna call Stevie Stone and Ces Cru to murder, let's go

[Stevie Stone:]
Feel the hate when they come around
Little bull better settle down
Feel the love, I'm the great and or the true
See the fakes and the snakes, I'm always outta bounds
See I been dealt a hand, my nigga, I can peep
Peeping the shifty fans, my nigga
They gon' (see) see me going H.A.M, getting bigger, nigga
(Talk that shit, if you want to hack my Tech N9ne play it again)
Make sure you remember me, me the odd ball liquor
When Stevie get to speaking, the plot
Thickens with and these niggas is Vixens
Competition, it's really contradiction (uh-huh!)
Learning from the realest slim pickings
I love it, how you doubt a nigga, hound a nigga
Panned out, all this profit sought the stone to stand stout
On rigid and rare routes, it's like procedure to hear a nigga out
Strangeulation two and it's right now
Let's take it to another level, hot metal, black kettle, bitch
High pitched, fly shit, five settle, five words like the bandit lord
I think this weed got me paranoid
Middle finger to my enemies, I say all you niggas is bitches
Jurisdiction have so many restrictions
All you niggas is fiction, no conviction
Niggas get to dissin', I'll have you outta commission
Bodies missing, call my brother to lynch 'em
All you niggas is gimmicks, frail body and soul
All you niggas pretending, thought that we so-called family
All you niggas can get it, turning my volume up
Had us upon that midget
Let me hear you say names, let me hear you holler strange
I'm contained with flame, will leave your bodies decaying
Niggas be playing games, my niggas taking aim
Have you in a debacle, better stay in your lane
Guess time'll tell (guess time'll tell, guess time'll tell)

[Ubiquitous:]
Right hand over my heart of hearts I'm pledging allegiance
To Ces, for whatever the reasons I have withered the seasons
They're dead in the breeze, I'm ready to feed 'em
I never believed 'em, you son of a bitch, son of a preacher, word of
Heaven and Jesus, through seven degrees of separation is still
And spreading diseases, my recommendation is cheddar your cheeses
Maybe you better get business, like I didn't know that I carried the load
I know your boy is heavy and heaving
That's word to Strange and Tech the N9ne, I mean, who better to lead us
Since I been with that team I been spinning them G's
Bitch, yeah, you better believe it, cash come in a bulk amount now
I'm staying ahead of my dreams so the fuck could I sulk about
For real, I'll never be satisfied still, I don't be vocal out loud
Respect is due, I show it, don't blow it, my records are outbound
Chill, I'm choosing my weapons wisely, we never will lose direction
Guide 'em through the Recession Proof, should include a confession, truth
Started from the Bikini Bottom, we're here but it's something fishy
Twenty sixteen, Strange Music, making some fucking history

[Godemis:]
I know they want me to put up the pen
And just quit with the rapping, it won't never happen, no
For the minutes that I been in it, I'm a killer still in the back but I'm clapping though
In a matter of fact I been acting, so
Out of wack and my brain is on overload
I don't call anybody, ain't nobody calling me
Maybe I don't need a phone no mo'
Guess I won’t pay the bill and the villain is spillin' venom in him then I’m a goner
And haters are catering to me with wishes that I wouldn't win any longer
Idiot, you're just making me stronger, wanna kill me, then pay me no mind
Get a record to spot a bit longer, if you don't feel me then get on your grind
I don't mean to be mean but the measure is simple when you try to weather the outcome
Now I don't need a reason, killing any season, in fact I am better without one
You don't know anything about heat or the temp of the weather that I'm coming out from
And I wouldn't consider you equal like other people, where the fuck is your album?
Shit to you is a hobby and obviously y'all ain't knowing to measure at all
Murdering it for pleasure, ain't fucking with Godi, I'm sick with a medicine ball
Couldn't give 'em a shit, not even a little bit cause they haters, we know it
We all know the location, come get your face winched
Strangeulation reloaded! (Fuck)

MMM (Michael Myers Mask) lyrics - tech N9ne

(Enter the mind of Tech N9ne)
Laurie Strode, I got a gory soul, so the story goes
Should have never killed another one to get a bit of lovin' in me
Or reload, reload everybody lookin' at me like a hero
When I kill a demon lesser than zero
See no, evil within it, I'm a killer and I'm bigger than Deebo
He knows, we go, beginning
Deep inside of me I'm dealin' with a trio
Leave hoes, below, you finished?
Abomination comin' I got that combination cracks
All that time you wastin' runnin' I got that bomb relation rap
Now they're tryin' to make it back to Tech N9ne and shakin' whack
Now I'm dominatin', mom awakin' from a non forsaken nap
Hello mother, when you left I was no mellow brother
I put on my red, killed 'em all dead and I did it with my fellow thuggers
I tell no others, but I'm taking my hell so hovers
When I gotta murder everything dead - I smother
Like Othello's lover
You cannot tell me to stop it with doctor Loomis
Nothing would ever delay when I got your doom, it's
The Boogeyman I got to get your for real and
Nobody is saving me, not with appeal I'm a murderin' son of a bitch
And I'm ill with impeccable skill and a purpose to kill

[Hook x2:]
My mental's made of Michael Myers' mask
(You) Lay lifeless, Lord don't like yo liars laugh
(Who) Wanna see this sinful psycho sire spaz?
(Please don't) Light yo lighters last
(Cause this) Frightful fire's fast

Not too many motherfuckers out there I wish I hadn't killed
Draggin' lil' rappers up Debra's Hill like Jack and Jill
Slashin' till the back cracks attackin' with stabbin' still
Havin' chills when it happens after stashin' 'em in Haddonfield
I got a demon in me, green within me, seen the memory
How I get souls
Bring in Philly, things to get me
Never dead that is why I got up out of Smith's Grove
I'll eradicate a nigga with the feeling
That he better then a spittah with a bigger trigger
Step up and try to get at me and be disposed
I don't know why the great Malek Akkad
Not fuckin' with me, wanted to use the theme for P.B.3
They told me fuckin' fifty, Yea it's worth yea we gotta
But not when Carpenter charged me five for the first Psycho Bitch
So I had to switch when I just wanted to keep it alive!
Guess he didn't know I spill them bastards
Who say another killer's better I kill them slashers
I peel them actors, I'm real grim faster
Original mask motherfucker William Shatner

[Hook x2]

This killer Jam Knocks
I'm here to kill everbody lyrically, specifically till her pants drop
I'm iller than Shaq, thriller fans watch me
Murder many men in Michael Myers mask not a Silver Shamrock
Celebrate Samhain all year round
Never let a fake man reign!
I'mma bake damn brains with a weird sound
Givin hella aches and pain
Eminem is Jason, Krayzie Bone is leatherface and Bushwick Chuckie
But anything after double M were just replicas of me
Who got you? Niggas need a new doctor
Stop the bleeding, who shot you?
It was really a true chopper
Mike is who offed you, mainly because you caca
Step and see who do block you
Rest in peace to Moustapha

[Hook x2]

Mr. Sandman, nobody wants to see you
My Tony Moran stand

Intruders (Skit) lyrics - Tech N9ne

[Tech N9ne & Woman:]
All these channels, and nothing on TV, man. You sleepy?
Little bit, yeah
Yeah? Only 4 in the morning, you shouldn't be sleepy
It's 4 in the morning, babe
Yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah...
American Psycho, yeah, that's what we're gonna watch, yeah
That's exactly what we need at 4 in the morning
Oh my God, what the fuck was that?!
Oh, shit, I don't know, I don't know
Oh my god, what is it?
Hold on, hold on, hold on. Oh fuck, they at the door?
They throwing shit at the fucking window?
Hold on, hold on, I'ma get, find the gun, I can find it
No! Don't go! Don't go, don't go
Where the fuck is Max's gun?! It was right here! Fuck!
Hold on, hold on, baby, just, um, just go on the bathroom,
go on the bathroom and I'ma go ahead and I'ma go downstairs and get the knife,
I'm going downstairs to get the knife
No don't leave, don't leave!
No, fuck that, okay, fuck, okay, I'll call police first, hold on...
Hello? This is Tech N9ne, this is Tech N9ne, and um, somebody's throwing stuff at my window and they kicking my door down,
and ringing my door bell uncontrollably, I'm 'bout to kill somebody get here quick

Tell Me If I'm Trippin' lyrics - Tech N9ne (feat. Prozak, Brotha Lynch Hung & Tyler Lyon)

[Tech N9ne:]
I wanted to find my gun, my lady runs to the bathroom
Yelling "someone", and when it's done
I'ma treat it like my daughters and son, we having fun
'Till intruders came knocking to come kill everyone
The beat and the kick ringing my bell uncontrollably
Four in the morning yelling my name so they know it's me
Scramble and try to find my nigga's gun, I'm supposed to be
Prepared for the crazy, my lady screaming don't go to see
Fuck it, I'm going down to the kitchen to get the knife
Invite 'em all in my crib and then take everybody's life
Chop 'em all into pieces, pray to God they heat-less
He in D shit, play with their bodies in the name of Jesus
One, two, three, god damn it's just the cops
All the motherfuckers must've scramm' when we hit the block
I was gonna kill am I wrong to feel
For my loved safety I'll leave you permanently still
Trav said he caught them on camera they came to his place
Two teen girls and the guy yelling "where is Yates"
Damn some fans would've lost some lives on this day
Mistaken, I would've been erasing all of the kid's face

[Tyler Lyon:]
Am I my paranoid or scared
Or is this my nightmare
Were they ever really there?
Tell me if I'm tripping
Am I supposed to sit and wait
While they storm through the gate
Psycho just like Norman Bates
Tell me if I'm tripping

[Brotha Lynch Hung:]
Yeah, it's gonna be the shit, wait 'till you hear this, man.
You on keyboard, I gotta get this fixed, man, damn...
Alright, there we go. Alright man, sit over there though

Seven o'clock, I was upstairs
I was on the keyboard making that tear
Knock on the front door, C.O. got it
Niggas came in, I said "Yo, get in the closet"
Hit 'em with venom and run up in 'em while they rummagin'
Too many niggas was coming in, I wanna get me one
Hopin' niggas try me cause I'm finna feel like "fry me"
Eyes all Chinese, high off reefer
I'ma get deeper, turn to the Grim Reaper
Use a heat seeker when I creep with the heater
Leave a deep gash, bring the heat fast
Hit 'em with the venom, when I get 'em I'ma keep 'em
Giving them an enema, even if it's ten of 'em
Then I'ma, eat 'em like dinner in the cinema
Then I'ma, shit 'em out, get 'em out
In about twenty-four seconds I'ma fuck 'em in the ass
Tuck 'em in the grass, cut 'em up fast
Buttercup, shut 'em up, I'ma cut mass
I'ma cut lass, nigga he got it, he gotta fuck 'em up, yeah
Tell me if I'm tripping

[Tyler Lyon:]
Am I my paranoid or scared
Or is this my nightmare
Were they ever really there?
Tell me if I'm tripping
Am I supposed to sit and wait
While they storm through the gate
Psycho just like Norman Bates
Tell me if I'm tripping

[Prozak, Woman:]
I don't really wanna play this, guys... This isn't something to mess around with
Come on, it's just a game, nothing to worry about, sit down
(Hey, man, hand me one of those beers)
But it's not just a game...
It is, everything is gonna be fine, hand me a beer too. Come on, let's do it

[Prozak:]
I can still remember, it was January twenty-third, 1994
And a group of us was chilling at the table, we was drinking with our fingers on the Ouija board
Tryna summon spirits asking "Ouija, can you hear us?" never thinking what was in store
Then the dogs started barking, in the darkness, all of a sudden it was knocking at the front door
Then we started approaching, cautious as hell as we pulled the door open
Nervous adrenaline, seeming slow motion, no one was there, we went back to the board hoping
That we finally made contact, with the deity, apparition on the other side
Then it started moving out and soon it was spelling out the warning in the morning one of us would die
We decided to stop it, said our goodbyes, and left the apartment
On the way home Sarah hit a patch of ice, lost control of her car, hit the ditch and lost her life

[Tyler Lyon:]
Am I my paranoid or scared
Were they ever really there?
Tell me if I'm tripping
Am I supposed to sit and wait
While they storm through the gate
Psycho just like Norman Bates
Tell me if I'm tripping

Fuck that shit, nigga, hmm, let's party

We Just Wanna Party lyrics - Tech N9ne (feat. Rittz, and Darrein Safron)

Girl scout cookies...check
151, Malibu rum and pineapple juice...check
Hennessy, Sprite and lemon...check
Patrón Silver, Patrón Citrónge, ready-to-serve margarita mix, limes, and orange juice...check

[Tech N9ne:]
(CHEAH)
I just wanna party, hit the drink until I'm numb (CHEAH)
I'm the nigga with the pineapple and malibu rum (CHEAH)
Plus the 151 I'mma get you stupid doo doo dumb (CHEAH)
Get the nookie when the cookies feelin' good up in her lungs (CHEAH)
Hella faded when I get up in the spot I hit the bar...(CHEAH)
Everybody want a photo with the Nina, I'm a star...(CHEAH)
And if anybody want it my nigga 'zilla got the gun
But we just wanna kick it and pick up a couple bitches
Who be looking so delicious, we give them all of they wishes
Then we done (done)

[Darrein Safron:]
My crew's all tripped out, off that real good green
The liquor's taking over, and we just wanna party
(This shit we) party, we just wanna party
(This shit we) party, we just wanna party
This shit we party, Sunday Monday Tuesday
Wednesday Thursday Friday, through the weekend

[Tech N9ne:]
Saturday to Sunday she be calling in on Monday
I live in the Boonies, if your ride is outie, then it's like you're traveling with a one way
We wanna put D on her
We gone, we zoned, in a weed coma
She don't belong if I squeeze phone her
And he want leads on where the G's home was
Ease on, she won't get to breathe on us
Tea's gone, we bump bitches elong' us
See schlong, she moan when I deep dong her
When he's grown, he is known to s-neeze on ya
Beez Holmes, we Jones'd, put the V on her
She's long, these songs get ya free dome
For the weed blown with the tone like I'm Steve Stone bruh
Keep on, be strong, never no leash on us, we beast on ya Biancas

[Darrein Safron:]
My crew's all tripped out, off that real good green
The liquor's taking over, and we just wan...(hold up)

[Rittz:]
Party animal, looking hammered, couple of handles of
Crown, we pound the shot cause it ain't shit for me to handle my
Liquor buzz, and bitch I wanna get to bust it open for the gram of molly
Got her pupils huge, her hands are clammin' up
Took advantage of the situation now she dancing to my music
When I turn around she taking her bra and panties off
Tan lines looking like she just got back from Panama
See these sparks flying like I lit a Roman candle up
Damn I just, can't think of your name, what is it, Angela?
Amber, Tammy, Pamela? I blame it on my Xani buzz
But blondie all my homies wanna hit ya, so I hand her off
Pimping since an infant I can't help that I'm the center of
Attention, trying to get paid, like Travis O'Guin, you see the symbol of
Snake and Bat, The Famous Stars and Straps, the Gucci signature
The ring that's on my pinky, you should throw the deuces, beam me up
Go stupid in the booth, I'm flexing like I'm Lou Ferrigno, ya-uh-yeah!

[Darrein Safron:]
My crew's all tripped out, off that real good green
The liquor's taking over, and we just wanna party
(This shit we) party, we just wanna party
(This shit we) party, we just wanna party
This shit we party, Sunday Monday Tuesday
Wednesday Thursday Friday, through the weekend

Girls just wanna have fun (hold up)
Guys just wanna get fucked (hold up)
[x2]

Muah lyrics - Tech N9ne (feat. Krizz Kaliko)

[Tech N9ne:]
Them niggas were in each other's face like this, I thought they was gon' fuck, I don't know!
I'd rather be looking at a pussy like that like "Muah, muah, muah, muah, muah, muah, muah, muah!" Sorry and shit

Muah, muah, muah, muah
Muah, muah, muah, muah
Sorry and shit
[x4]

We go, that's why she want us in her throat
Don't bring her around us because we will get the vote

Cause money and the power get your honey in the shower
With this one he got it runny in her flower
When that whore see me rap
You won't be able to snatch your beezy back
It ain't no reason to act so sleazy cat
Music is some kind of aphrodisiac
You don't know she dreaming of having us in the sheets like
Loving that nigga that eat right, what you expect?
See, if you were Tech you would be pounding punani each night
If she bites, tell her to stop! Then we fight
Next minute, break up, then make up
That's what I call a peace pipe
My apologies, she wants Tech so she nollers me
Swallows me, on my rod is where your broad'll be
And your girl's a hella partying chick and she kiss it like
Muah, muah, muah
Sorry and shit

Muah, muah, muah, muah
Muah, muah, muah, muah
Sorry and shit
[x4]

We dope, that's why she want us in her throat
Don't bring her around us because we will get the vote

[Krizz Kaliko:]
Uh huh, 'em big ones huh?
So I dumps the pumps, her rump will hear that song and then she on my bumper
After the show, watch how these hoes get (ya, ya!)
Cuties trying to kick it like a concui
She just tryna' give me what I'm 'poda get
I'm sober as a gopher, poke her and then I'm over it
(Okay!) And I ain't slowing it down cause I got a goal to get
I know what your motive is, but you roll it 'fore the morning hit
(Okay!) I know she know just what a boner is
She phone the kids, she ain't coming home cause she on the dick
W-why you fighting 'round them areolas
Might be piping wives and them, like my rhymes reciting 'em
At the bar we can sit, drink and see how far we get
Me and the Donny Punani we already hit
(Sorry and shit) Okay!

[Tech N9ne:]
Muah, muah, muah, muah
Muah, muah, muah, muah
Sorry and shit
[x4]

[Krizz Kaliko:]
Aye! We're some dudes they want to hug
Want us in they throat cause we [?]
And give her what she missing at home
Feelin' K9 and she'll be alone
I see that snake and bat tat
Then I'm at that, wanna give us head
Around the map, you don't match that
Talkin' bout, she love me now
Now how hard it can get
And I can tell her now she hardly can sit, yeah, yeah!

[Tech N9ne:]
Muah, muah, muah, muah
Muah, muah, muah, muah
Sorry and shit
[x4]

Strangeulation Vol. II Cypher III lyrics - Tech N9ne (feat. Big Scoob & JL B. Hood)

[Tech N9ne:]
I'm proud to present this cypher to my technicians, cause this one has been a long time coming.
So I called on my big homie Big Scoob, and my lil' homie; JL B. Hood. Let's go

[Big Scoob:]
Yeah, aha, Big Fella
Back pushin' that trap shit to your tracklist
Tecca Nina's new package, Big Fella gon' snap bitch
Whip game, I'm magic, front flips, no backflips
Still eatin' old passed whips, looky here, these facts, bitch (yeah!)
Big Fella y'all know me man, show me, homie, I'm still the same
I'm a little older got a little colder, I'm still the soldier, I'm blowing flames
Time to get, what's happening blood?
This don't get it I'm acting up
Y'all ain’t wit it, then I'ma go get it and ship it in, in the back of the bus
Nah, I'm just fuckin' with it, bickin' back and having fun
Bullshit I'm having none, pussy niggas best hold their tongue
Flip a switch and I'm with the shit get to clapping clips and I'm banging drums
Ignorant with this ignant shit and my only wish is you come get some!

[JL of B. Hood:]
I told you bitches where the fuck I'm from
Showed you this is where the luck might run
Out for the doubt, what you do with yo mouth about to be part of the reason I come and bust my gun!
Finicky front wanna be just like them
Nigga's a bore, be hunted just like one
This no war nor kid time son
It's a warning, do nothing dumb
You can feel what it is when exposed to the G's
A real one exists this close to the lead
Get ahold of the disk you suppose to believe
The show is a trip and the flow's a disease
Coke gotta fizz, got zones of the trees
Never let 'em live, let alone let 'em breathe
Not a fuck I could give, like "fucks? What are these?"
Pros we official, the hoes Lebanese
Strange got the game in a guillotine choke
Language aimed seen finna be quo-
-Ted, know it ain't my enemy hope
Swank if you can't consider me dope
Ya skank wanna grope me and Joey Cool both
On the bull with a 7, no Tony Kukoč
Bitch check into whenever you post
They come out the wood works know whenever you close
You know what I'm yellin' know somebody better tell 'em
Hard head make a soft ass lemme get 'em
Up in art class was the only time you drew a weapon
Up the bar blur lines I'm a urban legend
No T.I. TMI but I'm fuckin' with protection
Paper work in red like I'm makin' a correction
Select what I said hope you makin' the connection
We come at a nigga head it come off him in a second
Me and Tech got high said we finna do work
Spat hot lava, finna shoot first
You expect not vibe I could only do church
If my nigga was alive I am in the booth hurt!
Know that I ride, while I tell 'em B. Hood
You would look odd in my neck of the woods
If I really wanna slide in your hoe I could
But I'm God with a double O, y'all know I'm good!
Step like I should!

[Tech N9ne:]
I steps like a real should
Papered but still hood, we whip it and feel good
Aye, we makin' your bitches feel good
Yanked it and still could, we whip it and feel good
[x2]

Fired lyrics - Tech N9ne (feat. Stevie Stone & Darrein Safron)


[Phone Message:]
(Next message)
Um, I'm sorry, but, did I do something to you that you are not answering my calls or returning my calls,
answering my texts, something, I mean how did you go from completely fine to you don't wanna talk at all?
I mean, come on, what's the problem? I need one thing done, it should not be that hard, you'd break your leg for everybody else

[Darrein Safron:]
I fired her, she want a blowjob back no throw back (no throw back)
You fuckin' the pictures in your Kodak photo jack (photo jackin')
She loco, she loco, she makin' it postal (postal)
She lookin' real bozo, she sayin' she missin' me all on the social
That is a no no

[Tech N9ne:]
When she was interviewed
She treated big Donnie like dinner food
Was listening to the Carter IV interlude
When she was done I was deflated like an inner tube
She was totally naked with tennis shoes
She looked up and said "did I win or lose?"
I said you's a winner not a beginner
Her name was Caitlyn, not Bruce Jenner dude
She took the sucking real serious
But that shit got older than Sirius
Too much of me made her a leery bitch
Trippin', especially the week of her period
That PMS did not make a nigga reinvest
In her eatin' that, if I kept her working a nigga be in debt
So you being X'ed ain't no seeing Tech
Before that shit she was a good worker
Really unique shaft and hood jerker
Simply by sucking a nigga would burst her
Into a vaginal ocean but the wood cursed her
She a sug thirster, sucking on my sugar stick
I'm telling you this stupid bitch could murder (a dick)
My security stopped the blood merger
Now she stood further (a bit)
She make my legs sway, thinkin 'bout how she would beg, A
Nigga usually payed when she said pay
My nigga she made some really good headway
She still be trying to segway in my bed, hey
My Jon'll jump
But I fired her even though she never had a bad head day
Donald Trump! (Fire that bitch!)

[Darrein Safron:]
I fired her, she want a blowjob back no throw back (no throw back)
You fuckin' the pictures in your Kodak photo jack (photo jackin')
She loco, she loco, she makin' it postal (postal)
She lookin' real bozo, she sayin' she missin' me all on the social
That is a no no (Donald Trump)
[x2]

[Stevie Stone:]
(Yo!) When I met her she was doubtable
She would run it back into receiver
She would drive a couple of hours to clean up the crib
Then fuck me then feed me the type a chick a nigga thought that he needed
She would cum right when she leaving
She love rolling me up the loud and talk real quiet when speaking
This shit was gravy though, kit and caboodle amazing though
Never minded the fellatio, got up on the town
Bad bitches come around, get a freebie daily though
Down the line try to play me bro, wrote down on my profiles
On the socials, got to tweeting out, bitch flipped out
So I flossed more, no more energy
I done sit the box of Frosty Mini Wheats
She replied, "your ass is offending me, almost spazzed now, Stone you killing me"
She's a bad bitch but she postal
Plus the penny, they seen the so cold show
She's a psycho bitch up on the social
Bitch I've been tryin' not to expose ya, losing my mind
Tell me how many times (how many times)
How many times I keep tellin' your ass quit hittin' my line
This motion's expired, and no need for any reply
This here is one of the reasons, one of the reasons your ass got fired

[Darrein Safron:]
I fired her, she want a blowjob back no throw back (no throw back)
You fuckin' the pictures in your Kodak photo jack (photo jackin')
She loco, she loco, she makin' it postal (postal)
She lookin' real bozo, she sayin' she missin' me all on the social
That is a no no (Donald Trump)
[x2]

Real With Yourself lyrics -Tech N9ne (performed by Darrein Safron) (feat. Tech N9ne)

[Darrein Safron:]
Pull up, I be stuntin' keep it quiet, not public
Turn your phone off, he ain't calling, I does this
Get your body drippin', stop playin', I know what to do, oh, yeah
Baby I don't play no games when I'm in it
I go deep, so deep, girl, I'm swimming
He don't love you like I do, he don't keep it real with you
Fuck him!

Bet you he don't do it like I do
Catch him outside riding I shoot "pop, pop, pop!"
Girl, come back to the crib
To the bedroom, baby, I shoot "pop, pop, pop!"
Girl, you know where it's at
Keep it real, girl, he don't deserve you
He not in love with you
Girl, I'm in love with you

Tats all on your body, won't you get undressed, ooh yeah
Let my charm go down until there's nothing left, ooh yeah
Come from Saint Louis, they know 'bout my city
Lick up on the candy shop like I'm fifty
Look your girl, she went on ride like I'm Jigga
She wanna cuff me then cops gonna get me
You and me in a fantasy, off in Venice, oh so sexually
He don't love you like I do

[Tech N9ne:]
Aye, aye listen here, little nigga
I know what you doing with my woman when I ain't with her
Keep on wolfin', I'm a hit you with the chrome in ya iron liver
Give it a moment you'll be floating, ya folks'll be crying rivers
Who are ya thinking put her together, me
No matter who's punching we will forever
B-L-double-O-D, so roguely, how you dissing, don't know me
Hoe chose me, and I think it's funny you think she your trophy
What's up, MO, dirty
Fucking with the real you get hit with the 30-30
Not because you gets the wet, miss the Tech
Gotta make you hit the deck, cause of disrespect
Now who you gonna run to?
When in the pack of a gun dumper
Some thunder, will be coming when I confront ya
Some want ya, cause ya flashy they come hunt ya
And you don't even know I sent her to you, dumb youngster!

[Darrein Safron:]
Bet you he don't do it like I do
Catch him outside riding I shoot "pop, pop, pop!"
Girl, come back to the crib
To the bedroom, baby, I shoot "pop, pop, pop!"
Girl, you know where it's at
Keep it real, girl, he don't deserve you
He not in love with you
Girl, I'm in love with you

So chop it for real, one when you shoot (Keep it real with yourself) [x4]

Baby, stop playing, girl you know I do you right
Go ahead and dim the lights, paparazzi lights flashing every night
Maserati swerve, swerve, swerve on your curves
What's the word, word, word?
If he wants beef let me know how you want it served
From Saint Louis, we just live like it is a purge
Uh, I ain't scared of nobody, I got them guns in the lobby
No one can stop me, hit everybody
I promise I'll do it for you, only you
Leave his body with holes, with I-V tools
It's getting tight, lubricant, don’t know why I
Do this shit, roll down that window tint and see that barrel spit
I swear, I, God if he want it I'm rushing with pistols busting
I leave his body in public, and drop it for getting nothing! (Gah!)
(You all mine, oh, oh!)

Bet you he don't do it like I do
Catch him outside riding I shoot "pop, pop, pop!"
Girl, come back to the crib
To the bedroom, baby, I shoot "pop, pop, pop!"
Girl, you know where it's at
Keep it real, girl, he don't deserve you
He not in love with you
Girl, I'm in love with you

So chop it for real, one when you shoot (Keep it real with yourself) [x5]