Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Which One , by - Tech N9ne. Song from the album Strangeulation, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 05.05.2014
Record label: Strange
Song language: English
Which One |
| Yeah, which one of ya idiots claims that ya know me |
| Ya don’t have a clue so back up lil homie |
| My headpiece is heated I hang with heretics |
| We load up and lock and aim where the red is |
| And bang where your head is, I bet y’all will beat it |
| Oh Dean, that’s my dog, them words y’all will eat 'em |
| My power circlin' small, I think outta the box |
| And try different angles to wreck tables or not |
| My shot’s wet as a whistle, I’m on fire fam |
| Y’all don’t even know that’s my column in y’all’s diagram |
| Who they want, Godi or Donnie, ya better choose wisely |
| Greet 'em with ketamine and then that Adderall IV, try me |
| Checkin' to see if the guy’s fearin' ya |
| They wishin' I would go stick my dick in the criteria |
| It’s all good, doin' the type of shit y’all wish y’all could |
| Dippin' out with skaters through fuckin' acres in y’all hood |
| Which (One) |
| You fuckin' with pick (one) |
| You label this fic (tion) |
| You lookin' there is (none) is (none) |
| Which (One) |
| You fuckin' with pick (one) |
| You label this fic (tion) |
| You lookin' there is (none) is (none) |
| The story of my twin and I, Pisces not a Gemini |
| One of us is underwater, other floatin' in the sky |
| Highs and the lows of me, violence in the poetry |
| My evil twin we goin' in, I told him to let go of me (Nigga let go!) |
| Don’t let nobody close to me, drunk when I’m not s’posed to be |
| I take a sip, start to trip and won’t nobody know it’s me |
| One bottle Jameson, take it to the face and then |
| Now I’m talkin' 'bout the bodies buried in my basement |
| Spirits talkin' to me, I can hear 'em, I can see 'em too |
| Lookin' in the mirror and I tell 'em it’s just me and you |
| One of us is goin' out, the one that’s always showin' out |
| I put my fist right through the glass and told that bitch to close his mouth |
| Hand bleedin' needin' medical attention |
| I’m feelin' no pain, I’m in a whole 'nother dimension |
| Next mornin' wake up, don’t remember shit |
| Bandage on my hand and dirty condom on my dick (Ugh) |
| Which (One) |
| You fuckin' with pick (one) |
| You label this fic (tion) |
| You lookin' there is (none) is (none) |
| Which (One) |
| You fuckin' with pick (one) |
| You label this fic (tion) |
| You lookin' there is (none) is (none) |
| Pick three and guess what you get, me |
| I’m messed up and sickly |
| The head is a mystery, quickly twist t |
| With a idiotic mix-ly, hit exotic chicks gee |
| Killin' got it history |
| I’ve become a scumbag fuckbuddy needed to wipe after |
| She got me and my lady’s cum rag, that’s just one of the things I done bad |
| Like when I put Dulcolax liquid mixed it within my brother’s rum flask |
| I can make a love potion, give you the ocean |
| Then you wake up in a pit gettin' instructions on how to rub ya lotion |
| You think I’m jokin' while listenin' to Drake’s «The Motion» |
| I put syphilis dick down her throat and that’s without her havin' a notion |
| I’m playin' I don’t dare summon them other suckers |
| That tell me to do bad, there done and them under covers |
| She think the demon’s unfair, Hung wants to love her lover |
| After this verse she’s not pickin' ne’er, one of them motherfuckers |
| Which (One) |
| You fuckin' with pick (one) |
| You label this fic (tion) |
| You lookin' there is (none) is (none) |
| Which (One) |
| You fuckin' with pick (one) |
| You label this fic (tion) |
| You lookin' there is (none) is (none) |