(feat. Brotha Lynch Hung, Sundae)
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[Intro: Icey Rock Craven]
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Born in the basement of Bizzle*
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Brought to life by Icey Rock and Tech N9ne
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The many faces of madness
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I bring to you, the NNUTTHOWZE!
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[Hook x2: Tech N9ne]
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NNUTTHOWZE in this bizznitch
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Sick shit is our business
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Fly high by the night so (muthafucka)
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Let me know
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What's yo psycho?
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[Verse 1: Tech N9ne]
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My psychosis is I can't keep focus
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Without doses of beautiful hostess
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Is oh shit so thick roasted
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I dosed it
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I'm so sick with it
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Ladies is supposed to get, get it
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Below the clit I liked it
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I rolls to wicked ya dig it
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By designa I'm the kind ta
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Climb behind her
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Fine dime to slime her
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Wine and dine thine
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Is minor
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When it's time to grind her
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Blind with signs I'm gonna find a vagina
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Mouth bowls you came to brown hoes
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The town hoes you chose the grown poles wicked wicked sounds vulgar
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Knows the lows blows
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The clothes is all over her clothes but told ya
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I'm sick for sexposer
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Ain't no secret
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I really love to eat it
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That quick spits
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And jumps up to my back when they release it
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Sometime I just wish I could just cut it out and keep it
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That 6688846993 shit
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[Hook]
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[Verse 2: Brotha Lynch Hung]
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Sloberin at the mouth I love my teeth I chew that meat up
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I really don't give a fuck I do that heat 'um up while leak up
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Slices of N I N E, S T R A N G E
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Get off tonight yo hit the night though
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Heat when I hear a ATB
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Off the hook like a fish with his lip cut
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She never got away rip gut
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Creepin behind me you'll find a ? I ain't lyin'
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Cut off the head and I hide it
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Devide the body up I'm probably the sickest nigga in rhymin'
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Sychie might be
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When I give my 9 milli a tight squeeze
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Ain't nobody like me
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My mind be runnin' off light speed
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Like me, to get um off they Nike's
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Infered, sight beem
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Went out the back with a slight mean
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Gettin' off like the S.W.A.T. team
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Fuckin' um up like I'm cuttin' um up with a knife seem
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I'm breakin' off rappers I'm sight seeing
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I just love to eat human beeings
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You could see um
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Fuckin' a bitch with razor blade, hand grenades
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I'm a be makin' that red lemonade... GRRRRR!
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[Hook]
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[Verse 3: Sundae]
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You right though
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Ain't no sickness without a psycho
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Ask me what's my psycho
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You could eat it on my psycho
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You could beat it like you Micheal
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I want my cut like lypo
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Feel cheated on like ?
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By Tiger and them white hoes
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I'm sickning, lick me
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Doggy style might pick me
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I'm pissy
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If you can not dick me till I'm shiting
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I'm ticking
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Like a time clock on a trick beam
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I get seen on a 50 inch flat HD
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My pussy yeah you hick-ups
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You thirsty won't you lick up
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I'm a nutty little bitch huh?
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You love me cause I'm NNUTTHOWZE
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Go nutty on a bitch, why
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FAA ?
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I cash chips like a casino
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My whips are europeano
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Got his lips like El Nino
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Like I'm carrie you'll get peed on *Kisss kisss*
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NUTTHOWZE in this bizznitch
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I'm a go, go, go getter might go
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Where sickness is our business
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[Hook]
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What's Yo Psycho?
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| Tech N9ne |
