Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bad Season (Skit), artist - Tech N9ne. Album song Bad Season, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.01.2011
Record label: Strange
Song language: English
Bad Season (Skit) |
Everything was supposed to be all Jesus |
Come ease us we really need to be free from evil deeds |
Plus negros, hide in thee weeds waiting to see us |
And we bust then they will bleed trying to seize us |
Bad season, I’m ready to trip for that reason |
Hire beef then go laugh when your ass vegan |
I ask trees when cash is fast, and weed then gonna have cheese stacks |
Then trash bags will have fees then |
Yes sir that’s why the milli is in thee dresser |
For any motha f’er wanna test for Tech will get him wetter |
Step into death your ex messing with a keffer |
Never let your lover get put in less than a bed with a heffer |
The mags breathing, these fags freezing cause cats teased him |
And they passed on that evening |
I flash B’s, and sag my flags revving I blast heathins |
If they had me in bad season |
These things must mean bad seasons, and they must be for a reason |
These things must mean bad seasons, and they must be for a reason |
Hardly time for no hardey ha no laughter, (Ah, Ha) |
Working them hard I can’t leave no starving bastard, (Ah, Ha) |
Pardon me if you see a star in me it startles me |
And I ain’t come to party but I’m always what inbottles me |
I’m living for the chips for the extra, got too many deaths |
And I’m trying to find the way out the selexta (AHHHHH!) |
Jokes folks telling me gotta to bless ya |
I ain’t trying to Busta Rhymes, diffrence is there calling me besta (AHHHHH!) |
My season is devil people receiving me |
They party to my words but I don’t think the motha fuckas is beleving me |
Half the time I think my eyes are deceiving me |
Fat boy that boy o’er there keep there hands in the air |
You can do me like a new kid (new kid) |
Rocket till it’s sputred (sputred) |
Articulate to prove it but motha fuckas is stupid (Okay) |
Kali baby, and his thing never leaving (Ah, Ha) |
Running out of breathe cause I’m breathing the bad season (Bitch!) |
These things must mean bad seasons, and they must be for a reason |
These things must mean bad seasons, and they must be for a reason |
These things must mean bad seasons, and they must be for a reason |
These things must mean bad seasons, and they must be for a reason |