| 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 |