[1st Verse]
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You're the one nigga
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Who's a dumb nigga
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And a bum nigga
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You're a slum nigga
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Better run nigga
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When I come nigga
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With a gun nigga
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You're a bitch
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Buck you
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Never trust you
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Never loved you
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Never was you
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Imma touch you
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Imma bust you
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Imma crush you
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Mother fuck you
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That's my nigga Aaron Yates
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Style lee lee killa Norman Bates
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Holla at me like I'm ollie gates
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Imma put the milli to your face
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The nerve of ya yellin you're a murderer
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But ain't nobody ever heard of a
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Killa killa doing damage off up in suburbia
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Sinister rhyme minister
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TECH N9NE be the menace (yes, yes)
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Diminish ya finish with the dementia
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I'm the grimmest.
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I done told y'all I was comin'
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Better start runnin'
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Or bust like a cannon
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Cause Imma leave hella destruction
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Mental breakdown and famine
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I would advise you
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Not to slide through
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Cause I will oblige you
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With a rhyme flow
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That will demise you
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How can I bow down
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To a broke rapper with a foul sound?
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How can I flow rounds
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With an MC that can't chow down?
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Where would you be
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If you did'nt copy off me lil' boy?
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This type of shit that I enjoy
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I sum you up with
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Bitch flows, punk foes
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Sluts hoes, case closed
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[Chorus]
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If you ain't got shit to fuck with this
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Take that dead shit on
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And if you're bitch in the club with ass on me
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I'm gonna take that home.
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By the sinister TECH N9NE
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By the sinister, by the sinister
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By the sinister, TECH N9NE
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Vill-on y'all know me by the
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Hmm, Hmm, Hmm, Hmm, Hmm
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Hmm, Hmm, Hmm, Hmmmmm.
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Everybody say KC's in the house what
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[2nd Verse]
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Bounce, rock, skate or fight, shoot, hate
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We so chilly they call us abominable
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Everybody know we phenomenal
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Get ya' money, get ya' women
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If you're getting nothing
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Your living is comical
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Simon bar sinister
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Climbing star finisher
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Swine and lard vinegar
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Rhyming hard blimisher
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Realistic Heathenistic
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Killer with a vengence
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Breathing this shit
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Your whole facad's punkish,
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I'll make you kneel before Zod
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Biblical hits, flippable kickable spits
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Niggas with critical lyricals
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Never no mythical shit
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Step into the evil fickle abyss
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Wiggle in pittifulness
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Swivel this and get pistol whipped
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It's been along ride
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Tecca Nina just won't die ei ei ei eiya
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Better feel it when I drill it (trick)
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Real is when I kill it (Mitch)
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Hit it hit it
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Never ever tell a millimeter killer
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Quit it, Bitch!
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[Chorus]
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[3rd Verse]
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Off the hook, stalking in clubs
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Tossing em' walkin' in blood
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Barking that rogue dog shit
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Dirty devils better hold yaw lips
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Nina ripping, ill beast flows
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Yeah we know it will reach gold
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Platinum, feel these flows
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Comin' off of kill creek road
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Say my name five times
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TECH, TECH, TECH, TECH N9NE
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I will appear in your mirror
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Thru your chest ripping out your spine
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Hungry like an Ethiopian
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Living off the blood in your veins
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Alias Donny Kevorkian
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Never were you ready for the pain
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What do ya get
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When you cross TECH
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With a hard ass track?
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Innovative, twisted
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Psycho, thugged out
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What do ya get
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With Rock, Will, Phlaque and Dynomack?
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Nitwits, misfits, sick shit, Nnutt Howze
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What do ya get
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When you cross tech with a fine bitch in the club?
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KY, bou lou, motel, sextime.
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What do you call a rappin' ass
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Rogue dog villain pretty mother fucker?
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Donny Quest, Azmo, Sinister TECH N9NE
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[Chorus]
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TECH N9NE's in the house
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Sinister Tech
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Tech N9ne |