[Verse 2: Tech N9ne]
Looking at me you be thinking I be on some
Voodoo sh**, noodles, it's coocoo, but you do the math
I'm a motherf**ing original villian that'll
Shoot you, be doodoo, but through you, my 2 Rug'll blast
Giving you damages anthrax in your cannabis
I'm the candidate if you tripping out I'mma vanish it
Manic and management in my land I'mma handle it
We blaming dammit and never jam it at my evangelist
Tech N9ne's complex mind they can't explain this
Next time he flex rhymes just check his insane sh**
Totally sick is my recipe, I be sharp and shameless
Serving n***as to the d**h of me, reason my art's been famous
Looking at everybody staring at me because I'm a rebel
Living it bigger than a motherf**er packing the metal
Jack it or back it up you gotta be hot as a kettle
If he wanna f** around and bet I'll be pushing the pedal
I can off with the Moss when I off ya
n***as'll be singing and sniffing up in the altar
In the coffin lost when the boss come and caught ya
Never cross the moth when I stalk ya to toss ya
Banging's heinous, when I'm aiming flames
Bringing thangs to tame his
Slang and lame sh**, rearrange and change his
Vein and brains and angle it til he's slain and famous
Tech N9ne's! Strange and dangerous!