Brotha Lynch Hung - Strange Music Box lyrics

[Intro: Tech N9ne] Aww, dwaamn! Do y'all realize what y'all done did? Hihih! Y'all done opened up a can of sick-a** And I'm about to eat y'all quick-fast, hey [Verse 1: Tech N9ne] I've been hibernatin' in the deepest darkest part of Necroplis Now that I'm poppin' it's top, yes I'm the opposite of monogomous Minage I get offed with it in this box a bit Hostile its gotta get twisted n odd with this apocolypse Holla it (Tech-Tech N9ne-N9ne sh**, I'm lovin' it) I'm a drug to this grudge of his, rip my covenant, I'll plug a b**h Lovin' this mug is what the ruckus is, psycho thug with it Fallin' down like Michael Douglas with the ruggishness Addadamean, they wonderin' why did I bring this side of my dream? The Nina's a horror machine, dollar for dollar, I balla for all of my green n***a, my name is Inigo Montoya, I got an evil plan for ya And your about to get dropped, this box is worse than Pandora Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha! They're all gonna laugh at you, cause I had to do what I had to do When tappin' you like shabba doo, beatin' 'em up and shootin' 'em up then stab a few Sad ya knew that you had your crew and they a** are through I'm k**in' em throwin' 'em back at youL [Hook] (x2) That's what's happenin', Strange Music Box Got us tappin' in, Strange Music Box Bump then slap again (Why?), Strange Music knocks Back up openin', Strange Music Box [Verse 2: Krizz Kaliko] See once they open my lid I'mma give it to 'em Ever since I was a lil bitty kid I've been truly ruined I reflected on what I did before I ran into 'em I used to be a fat jerk now I flirt cause the scent of a woman Now I don't act like, walk like, the n***a that you used to know Now I sing and rap about the strange life, it's beautiful Tell it to 'em like a Genu-is, spit it out like I thought you knew Bubblin', hope you hear me Thizz, prayin' to God I make it through Kali Baby, check my strange box of tricks Kaliko alley cat, lyrical, watch his lips He can go really fast, slow it down and stop that sh** Or make it (Dumb) to make sure you n***as got that sh** I'm just playin' with music, I'm the elite heat speech chief Play me and watch they feet turn Beat Street Cause I'm blowin' out they socks, The Freddie Foxxx of my block Theres somethin' strange goin' on in that box, Kali Baby! [Hook] (x2) [Verse 3: Brotha Lynch Hung] Spiderman, off of this lyrical Vicodin Off of this here we go I get it in Spittin' that petro, let go, Tech know sets blow (Kaboom) Come see about me n***a Figure this I'mma get venomous takin' out ten of us n***as is sweet like cinnamon, wait, but then again I'mma pick up the pen again, bit 'em in half, blood bath Then I'mma laugh, then I'mma smash Then I'mma ash, then I'mma blast first Then I'mma send him his ending cut em up f**in him up the rectum I dicsect the man I'mma try to eat the neck and hand Slice him up like a Mexican Seconds then his body is frica**ee sh** is bleedin you should see him or you can be him I got dead human being in the freezer, I'm a believer I ain't no Wally Cleaver but I carry a meat cleaver I speek geek to people, I'm lethal, a little strange I eat it with cream of wheat and some bu*ter thats mixed with brains I'm the Coathanga Strangla Hangin' him up, he's fried rice, he tried twice He's dry ice, tell 'em Tech N9ne [Hook] (x2)