Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song My Favorite, artist - Tech N9ne.
Date of issue: 07.11.2011
Song language: English
My Favorite |
Steady shooting for the stars, |
On this vertical journey I be recruiting more for bars, |
Gotta be hard, in the car, |
I’m running with cannons that really loosen your regards, |
Greedy money, and then some |
These motherfuckers will murder you for your income, |
So when the flash the pass to begin some, |
Spitting my favorite of Prozak and Lynch Hung, |
After the shows I’m thinking about food |
Just give me some and drinks I’m cool, |
You probably thinking that a womans my juice, |
But I drool over Italian cooking is my joo, |
I eat all of it all the time, |
At the mall even y’all, |
When they called the n9ne, |
Money tall yes I ball missing all the sign, |
we could meet but never draw the line, |
Doctor said that my blood pressure pew, |
I was healthy for one minute but then fumes, |
Of a pepper corn fillet within the room, |
I gotta go get it soon, you seeing the nigger zoom, |
Capital grill and a melting pot, |
They know my name PF Chang so they help a lot, |
You let the n9ne cut the line when its sweltering hot, |
to wine and dine me and we belting lot, |
I can’t stop eating, I really love eating |
I know my body be wishing I was vegan |
The fat of my stomach it was leaving me, feeding me |
All I be thinking when I be breathing un evely, |
It don’t matter, I’m taking it to the head |
Tucking my tummy they using bigger thread, |
Telling me if I don’t be careful and kill the bread, |
I’m gonna pig out until a nigga dead, |
Insatiable’s my name, |
When it comes to my favorite things, |
nights I come to pray |
Of my favorite |
I never plan to die, too much haven’t tried |
Give me more, give me more |
I crave it, yes I love it, that’s my favorite |
I’m an addict, I never pay, |
Kamikaze coming closer to my blood stream, |
Caffeine, nicotine, medical green, |
prepare for lift off, stimulation drift off |
If I don’t feed my addiction I get pissed off |
All these voices |
I got the devil in my right hand |
Always leaving me decitful theivery, |
procedes to impede so theres not much steem in me, |
in need to feed to be stuffed in eagerly, |
I can’t seem to leave it be and be free, |
Feel my synapses, collapsing I’m gasping, |
I think I’m going down like Michael Jackson, |
Tunnel vision everything is going black, |
And I’m headed to a place where there never is no coming back, |
Swan dive in a lake of fire, |
All thanks to my faithful drug suppliers, |
Now the taste is a taste like you all subscribers, |
under the reigns of the chains of your own desires, |
Your new god is in black atire, |
Never slave to his rays you can not defy him, |
Such a waste to the race til your life expires, |
no escape, given chase like Michael Meyers |
Insatiable’s my name, |
When it comes to my favorite things |
nights I come to pray |
Of my favorite |
I never plan to die, too much haven’t tried |
Give me more, give me more |
I crave it, yes I love it, that’s my favorite |
After the shows I be off to eat, |
Got a big fat sack and it be all for me, |
6 in the morning I be off these, |
Yelling 6 in the morning like my nigger has tea, |
I pop all of it all the time, |
And they put me in the zone when I’m writing rhymes, |
Drugged out, about to take the mug out, |
Taking gallons of water I gotta get the drug out, |
So stuck like I’m sniffing coke up, |
And I love it just as much as I love eating cold cuts, |
Yeah I’m the nigger that eat ya whole lunch, |
be tryin to rape me but I be like hold up, |
Date rape about to set a rape tape, |
Yeah Kim Kardashian Ray J, |
All up in that ass again Mayday, |
I’m just sick in the head as they say, |
I be off the top Tech N9ne |
Then I’m paranoid ready to pull it its off top, |
Y’all better than us hard slagger, |
Bitches on the Tech N9ne stage its goin pop, |
Grrrr, |
And it’s all up to her, |
She just popped the pill and I’m |
This is not for real, |
When I’m ill, |
Call me a Beastie Boy and I will, |
Insatiable’s my name, |
When it comes to my favorite things, |
nights I come to pray |
Of my favorite |
I never plan to die, too much haven’t tried |
Give me more, give me more |
I crave it, yes I love it, that’s my favorite |