Lyrics

[wpggangsta]

this is part of tech's verse in killin it...



Tech N9ne im an Etard im on tour with a get drunk free card, 7 biancas i got em in a room one of em yours a trip get trouble with the (beagard?) i keep nicholas he eat n***** like licorice, quick to hit a bitch he did it for the freak of it n**** you sick of it get rid of it commit to better shit and then it get wicked........and thats all i got so far feel free to finish it up

 

[wpggangsta]

^^^^can anyone finish this up???

 

[DeAdLyPoTaTo]

I'd love to if I actually had the song ^^^^

 

[DougN9ne]

this is part of tech's verse in killin it...



Tech N9ne im an Etard im on tour with a get drunk free card, 7 biancas i got em in a room one of em yours a trip get trouble with the (beagard?) i keep nicholas he eat n***** like licorice, quick to hit a bitch he did it for the freak of it n**** you sick of it get rid of it commit to better shit and then it get wicked.....and thats all i got so far feel free to finish it up

^
i lick a chick and eat your ligaments? lol


(beagard?) B-Guard. (Body)



...fully automatic i stick a nigga radical never collateral i keep a knot
cuz im ?micromatical? hella combatable; compatable with a beezie when im pushin up in the cot, when will it stop? never will it nina gotta kill it till when i pop, killa killa lip syncin dynasty gastly niggas put you in necrop, i dunno when ill go, i dunno when my fans are sick of the Mo-flow, so i bust for the time being i crush the ryhme me and the beat is like a pimp and a hoe

 

[wpggangsta]

^
i lick a chick and eat your ligaments? lol


(beagard?) B-Guard. (Body)



...fully automatic i stick a nigga radical never collateral i keep a knot
cuz im ?micromatical? hella combatable; compatable with a beezie when im pushin up in the cot, when will it stop? never will it nina gotta kill it till when i pop, killa killa lip syncin dynasty gastly niggas put you in necrop, i dunno when ill go, i dunno when my fans are sick of the Mo-flow, so i bust for the time being i crush the ryhme me and the beat is like a pimp and a hoe

lol i lick a chick and eat your ligaments lmao... lol my bad bout the b-gaurd part oops... u know the rest of it??? some shit bout into piligimy like a kennedy or some shit

 

[wpggangsta]

Tech N9ne im an E tard im on tour with a get drunk free card 7 biancas i gotem in a room one of em yours,a trip get trouble with the B-gaurd i keep nicholas he eat n***** like licorice quick to hit a bitch he did it for the freak of it n**** u sick of it get rid of it commit to better shit and then it get wicked i lick a chick and eat your ligamints...fully automatic i stick a nigga radical never collateral i keep a knot
cuz im undramatical hella combatable; compatable with a beezie when im pushin up in the cot, when will it stop? never will it nina gotta kill it when i pop, killa killa lip syncin dynasty gastly niggas put you in necrop, i dunno when ill go, i dunno when my fans are sick of the Mo-flow, so i bust for the time being i crush the ryhme me and the beat is like a pimp and a hoe,cuz i tell that bitch what to do, whether to heat it up or speed it up or screw...

i cant get the part right after the last word for some reason...some shit bout kennedy lol...its undramatical not micramatical or w/e u said lol sall g

 

[QUICK-NESS-]

can someone plz send me killing it.

 

[twiztid22ditziw]

anyone have the lyrics to.. Problem Addict
with Kottonmouth Kings?
im to lazy to type em out. haha

 

[rising_tied]

yea i got lazy on FTI2... all the lyrics i looked up are hella wrong. but im gonna just write em out eventually

 

[Crusaderrugby]

That is sick as Fuck

 

[DeAdLyPoTaTo]

can someone plz send me killing it.

word

Someone gimme the song and I'll lick ya clean :no homo:

 

[warrior_juggalo]

Does anyone know if the lyrics for MLK will be on his site?

 

[QUICK-NESS-]

heres tech verse to fan or foe, correct me if anything is wrong plz


Bak up wait a minute, why u lookin at me like that, do u really wanna trip//
Or u flippin the script, do u wanna rap wit a nigga or we bangin soowhoop in the whip//
I don’t never want us to come to bust enough shots,nigga Missouri cant produce enough cops//
And I—dunno if u whiling our what? All u wanna do is freestyle in the cut//
Fan or foe! I don’t really know! Off at the show! Niggas they know//
What I look like, was a good night now its lookin like a mutha fukka wanna jack on me doe//
Come up to me, my kids n me chillin!!better think twice on my 5 6 villian//
Why u wanna talk about it did it wen I did it man I thaught I was bout to get a bullet in a minute//
U should be careful how u walk up on us! Got a bonus for all apponents if they want it!!//
I know they wait for tecca ninna moment to the foe they be popping up and hit u don’t it?//
We don’t know if they be tripping or not! Probably cause all of us live on the block//
Wen u rapping niggas want wat u got! So is ever wen u up on the top//
Show some respect wen u approach me don’t u be mugging me//
Might have that drug in me, pluggin a nigga from nearly shrugging me//
Aint nothing wrong with people peeping geeking with a man or hoe//
But the gramma so bamma stamma(WOAH) I don’t know if u fan or hoe!!!//

 

[QUICK-NESS-]

here t-nutty on fan or foe!! again plz correct me if im wrong at points

Now be easy how u speakin bro! t-nutty the young flow leakin don’t be joking//
Show ur ass and ul be walkin off wit it broken//
Run up on mutha fukkas in the open, making em shut up wifin wit that hoe shit//
Cut the shenanigans nigga u faker then manikins, thinking u slicker then lotion//
Back up wait a minute, why u lookin at me like that? Im jus a nigga wit a little bit a fame//
But if u get trippen then im giving them my gang, never catch me slipping u can get it out ur brains//
MAYN! Fan or foe stuck a nigga tryna get his hands on my doe//
But if he really wanna go on it try ta get on it, u can be the opponent chocking wit hands on ur throat//
Man im a loc, run the pack round, from sac town, better watch out for the bloaw bloaw//
Black out! Black out! Black out! Black out! Rrraaaa//
Stay wit my killas that be knocking guru!! Waking the game up like a cock o doodle//
Think u gone catch me slippin at a show!(uh uh)look like ur click is like a shakazulu//
Watch me sue u, wit all that fake shit! U feel wit hatred//
Hoping n wishing u was my replacement, coming so vicious u gone have to face it//
And try ta taste it! Cause I laced it like a tennis shoe, n I been a fool//
Like c-bo ?? n x-rated but this is a different interview//

 

[Soe]

heres tech verse to fan or foe, correct me if anything is wrong plz


Bak up wait a minute, why u lookin at me like that, do u really wanna trip//
Or u flippin the script, do u wanna rap wit a nigga or we bangin soowhoop in the whip//
I don’t never want us to come to bust enough shots,nigga Missouri cant produce enough cops//
And I—dunno if u whiling our what? All u wanna do is freestyle in the cut//
Fan or foe! I don’t really know! Off at the show! Niggas they know//
What I look like, was a good night now its lookin like a mutha fukka wanna jack on me doe//
Come up to me, my kids n me chillin!!better think twice on my 5 6 villian//
Why u wanna talk about it did it wen I did it man I thaught I was bout to get a bullet in a minute//
U should be careful how u walk up on us! Got a bonus for all apponents if they want it!!//
I know they wait for tecca ninna moment to the foe they be popping up and hit u don’t it?//
We don’t know if they be tripping or not! Probably cause all of us live on the block//
Wen u rapping niggas want wat u got! So is ever wen u up on the top//
Show some respect wen u approach me don’t u be mugging me//
Might have that drug in me, pluggin a nigga from nearly shrugging me//
Aint nothing wrong with people peeping geeking with a man or hoe//
But the gramma so bamma stamma(WOAH) I don’t know if u fan or hoe!!!//

Its all jesus, but the last line is " I don't know if your fan or foe "

 

[KirbyDaAlmighty]

Message To The Black Man Lyrics
[I did it kinda fast, so expect mistakes]

Chorus]
My people,
You're sp'osed to be my people, aint ya?
But my people ain't somethin' that I see, cause...
Ain't enough of you at my shows,
We been all over the globe,
Yea, we makin' that dough,
But ya'll ain't spendin' it...

My people,
You're sp'osed to be my people, aint ya?
But my people ain't somethin' that I see, cause...
Ain't enough of you up on my records,
Or peepin' my shows,
Ya'll don't know that I'm about to become boss,
And take control...

[Verse 1]
It started on the slave shit,
Them field niggas would eventually take the day shift,
With house niggas, inside, loyalty may shift,
And it did divide us, now we still need a race lift,
Fuck a face lift,
I ain't changin' my identity for energy from any,
That's obscenities,
Now in two-thousand and seven,
We sick and ain't no remedies,
Jealousy, Envy, and Murder like you ain't no kin to me,
Guess we ain't, nigga, we go hard in the paint, nigga,
Still when you see me out, you ain't the one to flake, nigga,
It's the other fans, from them other lands,
They listen to me more than my sister and brother, man,
I can see if I was a whack motha fucka,
Bitchin' about the way that my people act, motha fucka,
But I do spit, my people don't be so fuckin' reclusive,
Get off'a ya lazy ass, like you know somethin' about music...

[Chorus]
My people,
You're sp'osed to be my people, aint ya?
But my people ain't somethin' that I see, cause...
Ain't enough of you at my shows,
We been all over the globe,
Yea, we makin' that dough,
But ya'll ain't spendin' it...

My people,
You're sp'osed to be my people, aint ya?
But my people ain't somethin' that I see, cause...
Ain't enough of you up on my records,
Or peepin' my shows,
Ya'll don't know that I'm about to become boss,
And take control...

[Verse 2]
You cry about the way I paint my face,
It ain't ya'll taste,
Little homie, let me state my case,
I'm not a devil or damn jester,
Rumors can fester,
Never uplift the demon with the image of my ancestors,
Africans, act like you see me when you be trafficin',
Laughter when you frown up at me,
Your hatred is bafflin',
You watch American Idol?
My People, my paints is tribal,
It symbolizes, not evil, but the Will, Skill, and Survival.
You niggas be so tough, the moment we roll up,
Your upper lip rolled up,
You're hatin' and so what,
Everyone knows us,
My city is sewed up,
My shows crush,
But ya'll don't show up,
They say it's more than money, bitches, whores,
It's funny, this is war,
My people at his door,
And I'm knockin',
Meanwhile, we rockin' globally and it's sad, man,
Light black attendence got my people lookin' real bad, man...

[Chorus]
My people,
You're sp'osed to be my people, aint ya?
But my people ain't somethin' that I see, cause...
Ain't enough of you at my shows,
We been all over the globe,
Yea, we makin' that dough,
But ya'll ain't spendin' it...

My people,
You're sp'osed to be my people, aint ya?
But my people ain't somethin' that I see, cause...
Ain't enough of you up on my records,
Or peepin' my shows,
Ya'll don't know that I'm about to become boss,
And take control...

[Verse 3]
Hey, I wouldn't be bitchin' if I didn't want you around me,
The way you write me off as a demon astounds me,
Brotha Lynch, Fou'ty, Water, Federation,
DMX, Busta Rhymes, Quincy, and X-Clan found me,
Brother J, homey,
He with me 'til this day, homey,
Who you know that's blacker than that,
With a staff and a 'Lac,
My people lovin' that trash, in they rap,
I'm immaculate,
Maybe they'd grab it if I was blastin' a mac...
Attackin' my people,
'Cause I'm black, and I'm lethal,
With this rap, I don't trap,
I don't crack,
Why do you be so close-minded when I'm rhymin',
Wishin' you could find it,
Everybody but you motha fuckas get behind it,
And I'm doper than a key, nigga,
Message to we niggas,
Rockin' sold out shows is where I'm gonna be, nigga,
And that's all I'll sell out,
Somethin' you should see, nigga,
Bet you would come and see it,
If I told you it was free, nigga..

[Chorus]
My people,
You're sp'osed to be my people, aint ya?
But my people ain't somethin' that I see, cause...
Ain't enough of you at my shows,
We been all over the globe,
Yea, we makin' that dough,
But ya'll ain't spendin' it...

My people,
You're sp'osed to be my people, aint ya?
But my people ain't somethin' that I see, cause...
Ain't enough of you up on my records,
Or peepin' my shows,
Ya'll don't know that I'm about to become boss,
And take control...

My people,
You're sp'osed to be my people, aint ya?
But my people ain't somethin' that I see, cause...
Ain't enough of you at my shows,
We been all over the globe,
Yea, we makin' that dough,
But ya'll ain't spendin' it...

My people,
You're sp'osed to be my people, aint ya?
But my people ain't somethin' that I see, cause...
Ain't enough of you up on my records,
Or peepin' my shows,
Ya'll don't know that I'm about to become boss,
And take control...

 

[Soe]

Message To The Black Man Lyrics
[I did it kinda fast, so expect mistakes]

Chorus]
My people,
You're sp'osed to be my people, aint ya?
But my people ain't somethin' that I see, cause...
Ain't enough of you at my shows,
We been all over the globe,
Yea, we makin' that dough,
But ya'll ain't spendin' it...

My people,
You're sp'osed to be my people, aint ya?
But my people ain't somethin' that I see, cause...
Ain't enough of you up on my records,
Or peepin' my shows,
Ya'll don't know that I'm about to become boss,
And take control...

[Verse 1]
It started on the slave shit,
Them field niggas would eventually take the day shift,
With house niggas, inside, loyalty may shift,
And it did divide us, now we still need a race lift,
Fuck a face lift,
I ain't changin' my identity for energy from any,
That's obscenities,
Now in two-thousand and seven,
We sick and ain't no remedies,
Jealousy, Envy, and Murder like you ain't no kin to me,
Guess we ain't, nigga, we go hard in the paint, nigga,
Still when you see me out, you ain't the one to flake, nigga,
It's the other fans, from them other lands,
They listen to me more than my sister and brother, man,
I can see if I was a whack motha fucka,
Bitchin' about the way that my people act, motha fucka,
But I do spit, my people don't be so fuckin' reclusive,
Get off'a ya lazy ass, like you know somethin' about music...

[Chorus]
My people,
You're sp'osed to be my people, aint ya?
But my people ain't somethin' that I see, cause...
Ain't enough of you at my shows,
We been all over the globe,
Yea, we makin' that dough,
But ya'll ain't spendin' it...

My people,
You're sp'osed to be my people, aint ya?
But my people ain't somethin' that I see, cause...
Ain't enough of you up on my records,
Or peepin' my shows,
Ya'll don't know that I'm about to become boss,
And take control...

[Verse 2]
You cry about the way I paint my face,
It ain't ya'll taste,
Little homie, let me state my case,
I'm not a devil or damn jester,
Rumors can fester,
Never uplift the demon with the image of my ancestors,
Africans, act like you see me when you be trafficin',
Laughter when you frown up at me,
Your hatred is bafflin',
You watch American Idol?
My People, my paints is tribal,
It symbolizes, not evil, but the Will, Skill, and Survival.
You niggas be so tough, the moment we roll up,
Your upper lip rolled up,
You're hatin' and so what,
Everyone knows us,
My city is sewed up,
My shows crush,
But ya'll don't show up,
They say it's more than money, bitches, whores,
It's funny, this is war,
My people at his door,
And I'm knockin',
Meanwhile, we rockin' globally and it's sad, man,
Light black attendence got my people lookin' real bad, man...

[Chorus]
My people,
You're sp'osed to be my people, aint ya?
But my people ain't somethin' that I see, cause...
Ain't enough of you at my shows,
We been all over the globe,
Yea, we makin' that dough,
But ya'll ain't spendin' it...

My people,
You're sp'osed to be my people, aint ya?
But my people ain't somethin' that I see, cause...
Ain't enough of you up on my records,
Or peepin' my shows,
Ya'll don't know that I'm about to become boss,
And take control...

[Verse 3]
Hey, I wouldn't be bitchin' if I didn't want you around me,
The way you write me off as a demon astounds me,
Brotha Lynch, Fou'ty, Water, Federation,
DMX, Busta Rhymes, Quincy, and X-Clan found me,
Brother J, homey,
He with me 'til this day, homey,
Who you know that's blacker than that,
With a staff and a 'Lac,
My people lovin' that trash, in they rap,
I'm immaculate,
Maybe they'd grab it if I was blastin' a mac...
Attackin' my people,
'Cause I'm black, and I'm lethal,
With this rap, I don't trap,
I don't crack,
Why do you be so close-minded when I'm rhymin',
Wishin' you could find it,
Everybody but you motha fuckas get behind it,
And I'm doper than a key, nigga,
Message to we niggas,
Rockin' sold out shows is where I'm gonna be, nigga,
And that's all I'll sell out,
Somethin' you should see, nigga,
Bet you would come and see it,
If I told you it was free, nigga..

[Chorus]
My people,
You're sp'osed to be my people, aint ya?
But my people ain't somethin' that I see, cause...
Ain't enough of you at my shows,
We been all over the globe,
Yea, we makin' that dough,
But ya'll ain't spendin' it...

My people,
You're sp'osed to be my people, aint ya?
But my people ain't somethin' that I see, cause...
Ain't enough of you up on my records,
Or peepin' my shows,
Ya'll don't know that I'm about to become boss,
And take control...

My people,
You're sp'osed to be my people, aint ya?
But my people ain't somethin' that I see, cause...
Ain't enough of you at my shows,
We been all over the globe,
Yea, we makin' that dough,
But ya'll ain't spendin' it...

My people,
You're sp'osed to be my people, aint ya?
But my people ain't somethin' that I see, cause...
Ain't enough of you up on my records,
Or peepin' my shows,
Ya'll don't know that I'm about to become boss,
And take control...

the first line to verse one is, it started on the slave ship.

 

[Frysdisken]

No it ain't he got it right the first time.

 

[effektz]

Girl Crazy

I was born Aaron Dantez Yates
now this songs for Aaron Dantez mates (wait)
If you ever been with me
had some sex even kissed me
spent some years with me
or even a quickie trip thee
way I handle the beast in me
the piece in me and equally
I chief to say the least
women are weakin' in me
since I was a little fella wanted me a female(a) izabella
what the hell not one but it's more like twelve lemme tell ya
hella, bitches love me ones and love me again
while you're lovin' me im lovin' your friend, ya'll just lovin' the sin
and all that tech time you're lovin the spin
but i ain't tryin' to be no husband again look at all this mud that i'm in
and all this dirt that i do and this hurt put on you it's true
worse that peppy le pue what i do
to my ladies i remember the message i sent to ya
I know you think I'm a friend to ya but I'm tryin to put it up into ya

A child of the ghetto my uncle explained it to me
kick it with bitches the picture that he painted for me
now that I'm a G I'm 'bout to go in a depth
got low when I crept with a bitch you niggas ain't know when I slept (with who?)
Sonya Tonya Vonya big booty Sandra
Wonda Londa Rhonda Monya v-neck and Anya
anxious to feel the pound between 'er
kiss the crown on my weener
once you lay down then you stuck with the killa clown, the nina
witness my sickness this itches for the bitches with the quickness
kisses for misses this clique is suspicious then I hit this
but he really don't know I had the most ludacris fling with his girl
I think the female is really the most beautifulist thing in this world
they take of their shirt, take off their bra
then let you take off they skirt and panties keep a nigga in awe
in-between em' such a freedom is lovin' monsta' sex
for them to let you inside em' is a fucking compliment

The homie say for true he sick
cuase he choose these chicks
on the road and let them sut me pick
they tellin' me i show my wife no fedelity and lost it literaly
my way with women is costin' considerably
bitter is he who loved and lost with the grudge and crost the moss
in the land where the word lost is boss
so we quest for love and flings with the finest this life can bring to ya
true you two have a thing but i'll never ever be singula
guess you can say it's the angel in me
that got these bitches havin' dreams of mangelin' me
i know it hurts it sucks for women
but they let me thrust within em
why do they lay with a snake?
they can't stop they lust for venom
but you will not forgive me baby you gots to admit we crazy
because you bring me ya light and I'm just so dips and hazey
my heart is massive but they want my dick bitch
you ain't never felt no shit like this, so gimme a kiss

 

[effektz]

Killin' It (I don't think complete lyrics have been posted yet)

Tech n9ne im an e-tard
im on tour with a get drug free card
seven biancias i got em' in the room one of em' yours you trip get trouble with the b-guard

I keep nicholus
he eat niggas like liquorish
quick to hit a bitch she it for the freak of a nigga ya sick of it get rid of it commit the bit a shit
and then it get wicked i lick it chick and eat ya ligaments

fully automatic this nigga get eratical never collateral i keep it not
cuase im un-grammatical hella combatable compatable with a peezy when i'm pushing up with the cock
when will it stop? never will it nina gotta kill it when i pop
killa killa lip sick and die nasty gastly niggas put you in the crop

i dont know when i'll go
i dont know when my fans are sick of the mo flo
so i bust for the time being i crush the rhyme me and the beat is like im flippin a hoe

cause i tell that bitch what to do
whether to heat it up speed it up or screw
look at what ya givin me im into paligamy like a kennedy im into me fuckin off in the crew

Nigga i'm back with my family kalibur kostic
holdin mc's like galigur hostage
stop and throw them niggas in my moshpit
watchin technician and juggalos squash it

if you enter this center get mangaled
cause my mental is totally tangled
all my niggas are real and we killin it
for the love of little baby angel