Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Strange Music Box, artist - Tech N9ne. Date of issue: 26.10.2009
Song language: English
Strange Music Box |
| Aww, Dwamn! |
| Do ya’ll realize what ya’ll done did?! |
| Ya’ll done opened up a can of sick ass! |
| And its about to eat yall quick fast, hey! |
| I’ve been hibernatin' in the deepest darkest part of Necropolis, |
| Now that I’m poppin' this top, yes, I’m the opposite of monogamous, |
| Ménage, ya get offered it in this box a bit, |
| Hostile is gotta get twisted, I’m not with this Apocalypse, |
| Hollarin' Tech-Tech N9ne-N9ne Shit! |
| I’m lovin' it! |
| I’m a drug to this grudge and it’s with my covenant, I’ll plug a bitch, |
| Lovin' this mug is what the ruckus is, psycho thug with it, |
| Falling down like Micheal Douglas with the ruggishness, |
| Addadimean, they wonderin' why did I bring this side of my dream, |
| The Nina’s a horror machine, dolla for dolla, I balla for all’a my green, |
| Nigga, my name is Inigo Montoya, I got a evil plan for ya, |
| And you’re about to get dropped, this box is worse than pandora, (Hahahahaha!) |
| They’re gonna laugh at you, 'cause I had to do what I had to do, |
| Went tap on you like Shap’ll do, |
| Beatin' 'em up and shootin' 'em up then stab a few, |
| Sad ya knew that you had your crew and they ass are through, |
| I’m killin' 'em and throwin' 'em back at you! |
| Thats whats happenin'! |
| Strange Music Box! |
| Got us tappin' in! |
| Strange Music Box! |
| Bump That slap Again! |
| Strange Music Knocks! |
| Back Up, Openin'! |
| Strange Music Box! |
| Thats whats happenin'! |
| Strange Music Box! |
| Got us tappin' in! |
| Strange Music Box! |
| Bump That slap Again! |
| Strange Music Knocks! |
| Back Up, Openin'! |
| Strange Music Box! |
| (The Black Music Box) |
| See once they open my lid, I’ma give it to 'em, |
| Ever since I was a little bitty kid, I’ve been truly ruined, |
| I’m reflecting on what I did 'fore I ran into 'em, |
| I used to be a fat jerk, now I flirt 'cause the scent of a woman, |
| Now I don’t act like, walk like the nigga that you used to know, |
| Now I sing and rap about the Strange life, it’s beautiful, |
| Tell it to 'em like a gen-i-ius, |
| Spit it out like I thought you knew, |
| Bubblin', hope you hear me thizz, |
| Prayin' to God I make it through, |
| Kali bad, Check my strange box of tricks, |
| Kaliko, alley cat, lyrical, watch his lips, |
| He can go really fast, slow it down, and stop that shit, |
| Or make it (Dumb) to make sure you niggas got that shit! |
| I’m just playin' with music, I’m the elite heat speech chief, |
| Play me and watch they feet turn Beatstreet, |
| 'Cause I’m blowin' off they socks, The Freddie Foxxx out my box, |
| There’s somethin' Strange goin' on in that box, Kali Baby! |
| Thats whats happenin'! |
| Strange Music Box! |
| Got us tappin' in! |
| Strange Music Box! |
| Bump That slap Again! |
| Strange Music Knocks! |
| Back Up, Openin'! |
| Strange Music Box! |
| Thats whats happenin'! |
| Strange Music Box! |
| Got us tappin' in! |
| Strange Music Box! |
| Bump That slap Again! |
| Strange Music Knocks! |
| Back Up, Openin'! |
| Strange Music Box! |
| (The Big Blue Music Box) |
| Spiderman, off of this lyrical Vicodin, |
| Off of this here we go, I get it ins, |
| Spittin' that petro, let go, Tech know, sets blow, |
| Come see about me nigga! |
| Figga this, I’ma get venomous, takin' out ten of us, |
| Niggas is sweet like cinnamon, wait, but then again, |
| I’ma pick up the pen again, |
| Bend 'em in half, blood bath, |
| Then I’ma laugh, then I’ma smash, the I’ma ask, |
| The I’ma blast first, them I’ma send him his ending, cut 'em up, |
| Fuckin' him up the rectum, I disect the man, |
| I’m try to eat the neck and hand, |
| Slice him up like a Mexican, |
| Seconds, then his body is fricassee, shit is bleedin', |
| You should see him, or you can be him, |
| I got dead human beings in the freezer, I’ma believer, |
| I ain’t no Wally Cleaver, but I carry a meat cleaver, |
| I speak geek to people, I’m lethal, a little strange, |
| I eat it with cream of wheat and some butter that’s mixed with brains, |
| I’m the Coat Hanger Strangler, |
| Hangin' him up, he’s fried rice, he tried twice, |
| He’s dry ice, tell 'em Tech N9ne! |
| Thats whats happenin'! |
| Strange Music Box! |
| Got us tappin' in! |
| Strange Music Box! |
| Bump That slap Again! |
| Strange Music Knocks! |
| Back Up, Openin'! |
| Strange Music Box! |
| Thats whats happenin'! |
| Strange Music Box! |
| Got us tappin' in! |
| Strange Music Box! |
| Bump That slap Again! |
| Strange Music Knocks! |
| Back Up, Openin'! |
| Strange Music Box! |