Hahaha bored at work, hella dead here so I decided to write a quick lil rap about Tech and strange comin to do a live show... Hope u enjoy I know I aint good at all but hey at least its sumthing besides areguing and bitching on here right?!?! Aight here we go....
3 cats pull up to the show, Ready to rock the house and fuck sum ho'z
First comes Krizz, rollin off tha thizz ladies scream for em, ready to do the biz
Next comes Kutty draped in red, got the red rag hangin countin all his bread
Last comes Tech King slash Clown, ready to drop rhymes and tear up this fuckin town.
Fans gettin hella hyphy, gates open wide, tha 3 G'z step in thru the back side.
Strange music blastin, dont know whats bout to happen, everyone keeps gappin, bitches start clappin. Chants for Tech rumble the walls, feet pounded hard can hear em thru the halls. Krizz goes for his gear, Kutty for his lids and Tech for his mask. Momentum builds, as the seats fill got everyone achin tryin to stand still.
The lights dim, the chants roar, the voice on the mic begins to soar. Are you ready for for the star? FUCK YEAH WE ARE! 2 bitches make way, to the front of the stage, booty's fallin out they shorts, 2 cheeks makin waves. The curtain pulls, the holy man appears, flocked in his robe, lookin ready to go, just got some head now hes ready to flow. Lookin calm and ready to drop some dope ass rhymes, who is this guy? TECH MUTHA FUCKIN N9NE!!!!
3 cats pull up to the show, Ready to rock the house and fuck sum ho'z
First comes Krizz, rollin off tha thizz ladies scream for em, ready to do the biz
Next comes Kutty draped in red, got the red rag hangin countin all his bread
Last comes Tech King slash Clown, ready to drop rhymes and tear up this fuckin town.
Fans gettin hella hyphy, gates open wide, tha 3 G'z step in thru the back side.
Strange music blastin, dont know whats bout to happen, everyone keeps gappin, bitches start clappin. Chants for Tech rumble the walls, feet pounded hard can hear em thru the halls. Krizz goes for his gear, Kutty for his lids and Tech for his mask. Momentum builds, as the seats fill got everyone achin tryin to stand still.
The lights dim, the chants roar, the voice on the mic begins to soar. Are you ready for for the star? FUCK YEAH WE ARE! 2 bitches make way, to the front of the stage, booty's fallin out they shorts, 2 cheeks makin waves. The curtain pulls, the holy man appears, flocked in his robe, lookin ready to go, just got some head now hes ready to flow. Lookin calm and ready to drop some dope ass rhymes, who is this guy? TECH MUTHA FUCKIN N9NE!!!!
