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 |