Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song It Was An Accident, artist - Tech N9ne.
Date of issue: 26.10.2009
Song language: English
It Was An Accident |
I was chillin with a bitch n I was noticin she was so sadistic |
Wanted the Ninna to bite on the nipples n twist it |
Suckin me off until she lost all of her lipstick |
You know how it is when you ex-in on like seven of em |
With a stick of sherm n adderall, nigga heaven love em |
Cuz they get you lifted n thinkin you unstopable |
But whut I’m bout to tell was so fuckin impossible |
I started givin the bitch my dick, she lovin the way my jimmy be jabbin it |
Wanted me to cut her up, I said «never», she said «imagine it with the tip of |
her butcher knife» |
I think I took her life |
This crazy hooker like pain that I put her right |
Fuckin high n its insane how she look it life |
She wish a nigga had fangs, n he took bite |
I’m beatin it up with the aim for the pussy like, the pussy liked to be banged |
like it took a fight |
Then she asked me to smack’er |
Then she asked me to choke’r |
So I choked her |
As a nigga got closer to the nut I choked her even harder, when I rose up out |
the chocha |
She wasn’t breathin, a horrible evenin |
Couldn’t get her to breathe, I really tried ta |
Did all I could, but it wasn’t all to the good |
So I had to call the ambulance over to come revive’r |
It was an accident! |
(ha ha ha ooooo) |
It was an accident! |
(ha ha ha ooooo) |
It was an accident! |
(ha ha ha ooooo) |
It was an accident! |
(ha ha ha ooooo) |
It was an accident! |
(ha ha ha ooooo) |
I don’t be findin trouble it be findin me |
I don’t be findin trouble it be findin me |
I don’t be findin trouble it be findin me |
I don’t be findin trouble it be findin me |
em nidnif eb ti elbuort nidnif eb t’nob I |
em nidnif eb ti elbuort nidnif eb t’nob I |
em nidnif eb ti elbuort nidnif eb t’nob I |
em nidnif eb ti elbuort nidnif eb t’nob I |
Shit I was only sixteen, just showin off |
Never would’ve imagined the gun just goin off |
I’m just trin ta show these niggas that I wasn’t soft |
I stayed off 87th street so thats whut all these niggas thought |
Cuz they was from Hill Top, where niggas pill pop |
So I’m pullin up to the chill spot, with the steel cocked |
Still not — sure whut I was thinkin |
N back then I wasn’t even drinkin |
So I’m leavin Lincoln Highschool off Woodland |
Headed to the hood so I could hang out with the hoodlums |
Couldn’t wait to show em whut I as packin |
Knock on the door, n he answered like «whats crackin?"n I said |
«Shit. |
Just chillin, just me n my bitch. |
But my bitch, I mean that fo-fif thats sittin on my hip. |
Wanna see?"He said «yeah let me see!» |
I pulled it out n gave it a good squeeze |
I didn’t know it didn’t have no safety |
Now this mans hittin his chest, and he can’t breathe |
Devil on my shoulder whisperin «Leave nigga, leave!» |
But I swear… |
It was an accident! |
(ha ha ha ooooo) |
It was an accident! |
(ha ha ha ooooo) |
It was an accident! |
(ha ha ha ooooo) |
It was an accident! |
(ha ha ha ooooo) |
It was an accident! |
(ha ha ha ooooo) |
I don’t be findin trouble it be findin me |
I don’t be findin trouble it be findin me |
I don’t be findin trouble it be findin me |
I don’t be findin trouble it be findin me |
em nidnif eb ti elbuort nidnif eb t’nob I |
em nidnif eb ti elbuort nidnif eb t’nob I |
em nidnif eb ti elbuort nidnif eb t’nob I |
em nidnif eb ti elbuort nidnif eb t’nob I |