Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Thing, artist - Tech N9ne. Date of issue: 25.05.2017
Song language: English
The Thing |
| Ha! |
| Ha! |
| Ha! |
| Hungry! |
| Starving! |
| I think it’s safe to say I’m a monster |
| Yeah, because killing is my mantra |
| Fellas wanna see me dead upper yonder |
| But the women are fond of Ron, it’s Don they conjure |
| I’m big-headed 'cause Tecca N9na stay breaded |
| I get it the wettest competitive, I just shredded your bed |
| It’s the crevice I fetish, call the medic you’re deaded |
| Push and pull, you’re placed at pathetic |
| Soul is so not sympathetic |
| I’m on a roll, creepin' &I am outta control |
| Women see Tecca N9na as the matter in the commode |
| So I’m in there, like swimwear |
| On a lady that’s ridin' inside of what’s skin bare |
| I’m so hard, niggas don’t even wanna face me |
| But, it’s the opposite with their women, they taste me |
| So many hoes witness the trouble I bring, they cling for the stream |
| I’m the king, I go by the name of «the thing» |
| It’s sorta like a whatchamacallit (The thing!) |
| If you ever saw it (The thing, the thing!) |
| Give it to you like there’s no tomorrow |
| Sorta like both of ours (The thing, the thing!) |
| You believe in what you believe in, B.I.G. |
| for a reason (The thing, the thing!) |
| All in 'em like I’m livin' in hoes |
| The thing’s what I’m givin' 'em though |
| Heart breaker, body part taker |
| From your lady, negras hate us cause thou art fakers |
| Scheming when seekin' I found a tush |
| When I blow that kush with a rhyme, I be beatin' around the bush |
| Area, I’m scarier than malaria, the carrier of hysteria |
| I swear he’s just nefarious with hairiness, the cherries bust |
| Don’t tell me to zip it, I’m wicked |
| Your ladies, they take me in like I whip it |
| Got a mind of my own, I’m in a zone |
| I go deep into her like Tech N9ne in a song |
| You can’t tell me nothing, I’m in my prime and I’m grown |
| My homie Nina behind, I still climbing alone |
| I’ll spit, real sick, need help real quick |
| See nobody can hit the kill switch |
| Still chill chicks, come get me something that I can feel, bitch |
| Drill stick, I am Tech N9ne's dilsnick |
| It’s sorta like a whatchamacallit (The thing!) |
| If you ever saw it (The thing, the thing!) |
| Give it to you like there’s no tomorrow |
| Sorta like both of ours (The thing, the thing!) |
| You believe in what you believe in, B.I.G. |
| for a reason (The thing, the thing!) |
| All in 'em like I’m livin' in hoes |
| The thing’s what I’m givin' 'em though |
| Live si tnaw ehs gniht eht |
| Wonk ehs gniht tsrow eht m’I |
| Worg ew neht triuqs a reh evig |
| Woleb m’I, tleb ym s’ereh |
| Orgen siht etsat annaw yeht |
| Elohw evaeh 'lo eht meht evig |
| Elohw em wollaws annaw sehctiB |
| It’s sorta like a whatchamacallit (The thing!) |
| If you ever saw it (The thing, the thing!) |
| Give it to you like there’s no tomorrow |
| Sorta like both of ours (The thing, the thing!) |
| You believe in what you believe in, B.I.G. |
| for a reason (The thing, the thing!) |
| All in 'em like I’m livin' in hoes |
| The thing’s what I’m givin' 'em though |