Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Kickiter, artist - Tech N9ne.
Date of issue: 07.10.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Kickiter |
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Bass hit, face kick, all around the world they play this |
'Ello mate, wasted, run up on the stage go ape shit |
KICKITER です |
俺は これ わ |
それ わ あれは |
彼は KICKITER です |
まじて なに |
We BUH BUH BUH BUH! |
Kick it like Jackie |
My healthy body still crave molly (chyeah!) |
But I don’t need no restraints and a mask and I’m never transported on a dolly |
(uh uh) |
Prolly catch me drunk AF on a KC trolly, gee golly |
When they recognize me they pass me the Buddz on Collie (what!) |
Halloween woke up in Honolulu, everything free because I’m a guru, true |
Go shoppin wanna do blue but muscle memory is telling me soo woo woo |
Chicken lasagna to chew, Uso’s tell me if it’s drama you cue |
Crew to put them llamas through you, colostomy bag how you gonna boo boo (go!) |
Woke up in a room out Vegas, gonna give Kendrick and Tyler a shout later |
But too many edible goodies the mouth ate up, so we tryna really get in wit a |
Tao waiter |
Lookin flyly (chyeah!) beauty by T (chyeah!) she wanna know the answer to the |
question why me (chyeah!) |
We walkin through the telly where we pay the high fee |
Holy shit lock B’s wit the homie YG (woo!) |
I’m on the radar of every A star |
In this music biz when they view this kid they see me as a quasar (chyeah!) |
Finally goin Kamasutra crazy, doin' it like I want a future, baby |
But I be careful where I shoot the gravy, holding the base of it like a ukulele |
(chyeah!) |
Some of the homies they go polygamist, offer the N9na ta hit the wiz a bit |
I had to reject it I’m not to give her this respect’ll cut off the horny the |
nigga shit |
Woke up in the Caribbean and smokin the therapy in the ocean is there a reason |
ta give a hit |
To folk wit a pair of heathen with liver lips, I broke from the terror leavin I |
sizzle it |
Ari, zona, bag is, packed |
Backstage, passes, Cactus Jack (that's right!) |
I’m so, gungho, ask for, tracks |
Cause I, know I, got the, racks! |
(Yup!) |
Dipped and this the way bosses, get the chips and stay cautious |
Tips the strippers bae tossed it, a little gift like them Chick-Fil-A sauces |
(chyeah!) |
I save em you’re no longer privy to the way I pop up in places that Iggy do |
Woke up in Australia, this city too poppin hoppin got me shroomin at Sydney Zoo |
(Sydney Zoo) |
Bass hit, face kick, all around the world they play this |
'Ello mate, wasted, run up on the stage go ape shit |
KICKITER です |
俺は これ わ |
それ わ あれは |
彼は KICKITER です |
まじて なに |
We BUH BUH BUH BUH! |
Kick it like Jackie |
My last show at Red Rocks 12,000 people (chyeah!) |
750 extra (chyeah!) everybody to greet you (chyeah!) |
Cause what I spit is brrr and wit the quickness sir |
Some jealous visitors bitches were kickiters (chyeah!) |
Pass out on Caribou Lou, that’s because Kaliko makes terribou lou, ew |
That drink unfair cause you spew, 151 okay there was the true voodoo |
One place I dare ya to view Nova Scotia, Canada where the Moo shu |
Screw 5 to 1 share the pu pu I was chased by a sex crazy pair of cuckoos (AH!) |
Daughter wantin me to meet her MILF married woman want that cheater guilt |
Never they get this leader milk I ran away truckin cause I can tell they were |
Peterbilt |
No way I give her the god (no!) mosey hoes we don’t deliver the rod (no!) |
Kickiter watchin from afar when Mr. Marcus shot a porno theme of Wizard of Oz |
(wow!) |
Center stage rip it hit for hit (chyeah!) been this paid with the sickest spit |
(chyeah!) |
Renegades sip this wicked shit (chyeah!) lemonade mixed with distillate (what) |
I make party, I’m the caca, hit yo town, I want that zaza |
Never seen a Chupacabra, but I saw my sold out venue in Moskva |
I think Adina Howard wanted ta -nevermind |
Ha ha ha |
Yeah |
That’s a wrap |