[1st Verse]



You're the one nigga

Who's a dumb nigga

And a bum nigga

You're a slum nigga

Better run nigga

When I come nigga

With a gun nigga

You're a bitch

Buck you

Never trust you

Never loved you

Never was you

Imma touch you

Imma bust you

Imma crush you

Mother fuck you

That's my nigga Aaron Yates

Style lee lee killa Norman Bates

Holla at me like I'm ollie gates

Imma put the milli to your face

The nerve of ya yellin you're a murderer

But ain't nobody ever heard of a

Killa killa doing damage off up in suburbia

Sinister rhyme minister

TECH N9NE be the menace (yes, yes)

Diminish ya finish with the dementia

I'm the grimmest.

I done told y'all I was comin'

Better start runnin'

Or bust like a cannon

Cause Imma leave hella destruction

Mental breakdown and famine

I would advise you

Not to slide through

Cause I will oblige you

With a rhyme flow

That will demise you

How can I bow down

To a broke rapper with a foul sound?

How can I flow rounds

With an MC that can't chow down?

Where would you be

If you did'nt copy off me lil' boy?

This type of shit that I enjoy

I sum you up with

Bitch flows, punk foes

Sluts hoes, case closed



[Chorus]



If you ain't got shit to fuck with this

Take that dead shit on

And if you're bitch in the club with ass on me

I'm gonna take that home.

By the sinister TECH N9NE

By the sinister, by the sinister

By the sinister, TECH N9NE

Vill-on y'all know me by the

Hmm, Hmm, Hmm, Hmm, Hmm

Hmm, Hmm, Hmm, Hmmmmm.

Everybody say KC's in the house what



[2nd Verse]



Bounce, rock, skate or fight, shoot, hate

We so chilly they call us abominable

Everybody know we phenomenal

Get ya' money, get ya' women

If you're getting nothing

Your living is comical

Simon bar sinister

Climbing star finisher

Swine and lard vinegar

Rhyming hard blimisher

Realistic Heathenistic

Killer with a vengence

Breathing this shit

Your whole facad's punkish,

I'll make you kneel before Zod

Biblical hits, flippable kickable spits

Niggas with critical lyricals

Never no mythical shit

Step into the evil fickle abyss

Wiggle in pittifulness

Swivel this and get pistol whipped

It's been along ride

Tecca Nina just won't die ei ei ei eiya

Better feel it when I drill it (trick)

Real is when I kill it (Mitch)

Hit it hit it

Never ever tell a millimeter killer

Quit it, Bitch!



[Chorus]



[3rd Verse]



Off the hook, stalking in clubs

Tossing em' walkin' in blood

Barking that rogue dog shit

Dirty devils better hold yaw lips

Nina ripping, ill beast flows

Yeah we know it will reach gold

Platinum, feel these flows

Comin' off of kill creek road

Say my name five times

TECH, TECH, TECH, TECH N9NE

I will appear in your mirror

Thru your chest ripping out your spine

Hungry like an Ethiopian

Living off the blood in your veins

Alias Donny Kevorkian

Never were you ready for the pain

What do ya get

When you cross TECH

With a hard ass track?

Innovative, twisted

Psycho, thugged out

What do ya get

With Rock, Will, Phlaque and Dynomack?

Nitwits, misfits, sick shit, Nnutt Howze

What do ya get

When you cross tech with a fine bitch in the club?

KY, bou lou, motel, sextime.

What do you call a rappin' ass

Rogue dog villain pretty mother fucker?

Donny Quest, Azmo, Sinister TECH N9NE



[Chorus]



TECH N9NE's in the house