[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!