[Intro: Tech N9ne]
Ya
We at the end of this sh**
Finally at the end of this sh**
My n***a Paul Law on vocals
Midwest side
Bout to drop a couple light weight verses
Check it out
[Verse 1: Tech N9ne]
Be warned
So many motherf**ers in the inner city got me torn
Many n***as have sworn
But don't even understand the storm
So we gotta move the, hold the press
Never can slow the best
But I'm having a f**ed up day so I just progress
When smoking on them green clovers (Yes)
Thinkin' about k**in' a b**h if a b**h insist
On usin' the bottleneck sources
I give her what I mean by d**h from anghellic forces
Of course It's the fist of fury
Mr. T.I.B.D. and several twister
Uplift a high plane drifter and differ
Mitch bade (n***a)
Display (Bigga')
Next he'll find himself in the middle of a ditch lay (With her)
Big parade of them slithery things I mean stuffed in grey (Litter)
Don't know how much longer I'll be on this be borin' low
So reach go on and be alarmed and best be warned, be warned
[Hook: Paul Law]
Let me
Warn you
I'm having a f**ed up day today
And I just dont got no time to play
Let me
Warn you
This sh**s getting worse for me to day, to day, to day
[Verse 2: Tech N9ne]
I drench to get drunk
I thinks to get funk
My inks a bit bunk
So I switch my pen and then begin my friend I blinks cause it bumps
RD's give a n***a [?] we say walla milli dollar, then break a lot a jaw