Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hunterish, artist - Tech N9ne. Date of issue: 26.10.2009
Song language: English
Hunterish |
| You’re one hunder-ed, we so hunter-ish |
| You’re one hunder-ed, we so hunter-ish |
| Unga bunga bunga, ingda bing da bunga |
| It’s fun ta hunt the cunt ta ding the ding ta feed muh hunga |
| I jump on a bitch, pump on a chick, crunch n munch on a clit, dunk on a dick |
| Somethin sunk in it quick, krump in it bit, humpin the Ninna, bring the thunda |
| I be the king’a kung, up in ya spleen, the weenas on ya |
| I — eat it up like sufamunda, cheese between lisagna |
| I — skeet it up, n giddy up, fiend fa cream, va-geena tongue |
| Then feed the need, we lump fa huntas, easily we done ya |
| The gal sho look like fuck food ta me |
| might as well, bitch, I know you suck dudes for free |
| I can smell slit, when I’m in lust to a degree |
| If the shell fits, I’m the dust, you is dibres, trick |
| If you one hunder-ed, we so hunter-ish |
| We come for the wonder chicks, whos buns’re thick to make my lumber spit |
| And my whole crew hunt |
| Want some’a that new chum |
| Kerri Hilson, sho looks good |
| Taste good too punk |
| You’re one hunder-ed, we so hunter-ish |
| (?) take notice I’m approachin, scopin out where the cushion at |
| Snatch her out this habitat, soon as I stab my hook in that |
| Can’t stop lickin my chops, watchin her walk, n now I’m look at |
| them pair of apple Bottoms n that bomb donka that she put in that |
| I got bottle full’a captain n jack, n I’m ready to get it crackin |
| Baby now tell me whut’chu wanna do |
| I got a package full a magnums thats back at the pad if you wanna attack |
| Then I’mma be strapped up for you |
| And all ya home girls, baby bring the whole hurd! |
| Its open season for pillow squeezin, n leavin toes curled |
| Inebriated, slightly faded, time to get it poppin |
| Pull u p the bus, open the doors, n all the bunnies hop in |
| Show me her naval ring, said theres one more underneath it |
| Tech I don’t believe, Kalli whut you think? |
| (LET ME SEE IT!) |
| The newest member of the Drill Team |
| I’m on the prowl |
| Just a wiff’a the feminin scent I’m equpin for infinite pimpin, its goin down |
| See baby girl, I’ll beat it up, and put it in a headlock |
| When I snap n go primevil on that ass, makin the bed rock |
| You’re one hunder-ed, we so hunter-ish |
| I’m a sexual preditor, better alert the neighbors |
| Cuz they desprite house wives, is just my flavor |
| Darth Vadar, pullin out my light saber |
| And they like my hard candy covered now and later |
| Spear chuck’a mutha (HEY!) I’m a hunta, gathera |
| Lookin for a super soaka n lofa ladderal |
| Bend’er over then ya stroke her, I mean ya stabbin’er |
| Get to pokin, get to strokin, I mean ya ravage’r |
| (?migowa?) I’m eatin bush babies right out the showa |
| Dine with me n N9ne, byin fine wine |
| We devour ya, carnivourish niggerish |
| I gobble the top ya like it was licorish |
| I even tell fat girls (HEY!) come here, are ya ticklish? |
| Dirk Diggler, might hurt’cha but might fit’cha |
| Honey want a hunt’cha just ta hit’cha |
| S’go on, take a chance, when I advance, don’t freeze up |
| Somethin in ya pants I wanna beat up cuz, ya-ya-ya- |
| You’re one hunder-ed, we so hunter-ish |