Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song You Don’t Want It, artist - Tech N9ne. Date of issue: 16.07.2007
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
You Don’t Want It |
| When you see me smilin', I’m really frownin' |
| You think you’re really wildin'? |
| I’m killa clownin' |
| Meaning I don’t give a fuck about nothing you say that you do |
| Because stupid is how everybody sounded |
| Nigga you think you know me, but only if you knew me |
| Homie, you would leave me by my lonely |
| I’m thinking death and destruction |
| Images of blood and pus and I ain’t looking for nothing but trouble |
| Thinking of murdering you when I’m just lounging |
| (That's just the devil, just the devil) |
| Block it out and keep it moving |
| I’m evil and it’s pussy that I’m pursuing |
| Gimme the bible, yes I need it cause Tecca Nina’s in ruin |
| Mentally I’m fuckin up when I really don’t know what I’m doin' |
| My tolerance for physical pain has gained rapidly |
| I’m gobbling more thizzles then thangs but it came back at me |
| The holy father must have flipped and became mad at me |
| Because I’m pondering a wicked insane strategy |
| How to end it all (Yeah), many men will fall (Yeah) |
| Any sin I saw (Yeah), Nina been involved (Yeah) |
| You don’t really want it with me punk you don’t have the gall |
| The taste of blood on my tongue makin me want to brawl |
| No sentimental shit, death is the penalty |
| For any bitch you try to re-kindle this |
| It’ll get your temple hit |
| Bout to bubble, about to pop just like a pimple get |
| Send it something so insane I’m so not for simple shit |
| So teeter totter mothafucka if you want it |
| But just keep it to the left of me, crazy til the death of me |
| Pussy money more money blood and guts is the recipe |
| Having hella drama for Nina is a necessity |
| Good and bad is fightin' within me and I’m the referee |
| Shit is looking like it is evil getting the best of me |
| Bitches think I’m pleasant and really wantin' the sex with me |
| I’m promisin' you I’m losing it, you don’t really want to mess with me |
| You don’t wanna see me run up with the thang (Cock back) |
| Make it chicka bang bang (You don’t want it with me) |
| If you don’t really want it nigga (Fall back) |
| Cause to killas it ain’t never been a thang (You don’t want it with me) |
| And I can get in to ya if you feel you really want it |
| One of us ain’t gonna make it out |
| You don’t want it with me |
| I’m kinda sick and psycho grab ya feelin like I’m Michael |
| Push it you’ll see what I’m talking bout |
| You don’t want it with me |
| Betta load up your drums |
| Load up your guns |
| Everybody better get to runnin' |
| You don’t want it with me |
| I’m a lyrical cynical rippin' ya pinnacle |
| Damage anybody when I see they really want it with me |
| Techa-ninna told me nigga get money |
| And never been dumby |
| Shit on a nigga when he comin' funny with me |
| Follow the beat follow your feet |
| Gimme the weed keys G’s |
| And a quarter pound of bullets with a machete |
| Mister Reese known for getting it poppin |
| You niggas be droppin' |
| And when you do your albums be floppin |
| When ever I spit it |
| Man better yet when ever I drop it |
| Your wifies gone cop it |
| She even tell you nigga go cop it |
| You don’t want it with me |
| I’ll fuck your life up like a disease |
| I’m hauntin your dreams |
| With a fully auto choppa them beams |
| Mayne yadadamean |
| Ya life ain’t shit but a dream |
| So just remember when your breathin' you don’t want it with me |
| You don’t wanna see me run up with the thang (Cock back) |
| Make it chicka bang bang (You don’t want it with me) |
| If you don’t really want it nigga (Fall back) |
| Cause to killas it ain’t never been a thang (You don’t want it with me) |
| And I can get in to ya if you feel you really want it |
| One of us ain’t gonna make it out |
| You don’t want it with me |
| I’m kinda sick and psycho grab ya feelin like I’m Michael |
| Push it you’ll see what I’m talking bout |
| You don’t want it with me |
| And you don’t want it from me |
| See I’m believing that people are really angels and demons |
| Instead of human beings |
| I’m havin' feelings of wanting to be the cause of you bleeding |
| Causin' your family to be grieving now your soul is leaving |
| Entered in my mind the raw holy words and religious battles |
| Keep 'em mutilated like cannibal over serpent rattles |
| I’m seeing shadows and bodies swingin' from gallows |
| As I’m sitting in a circle surrounded by seven candles |
| My eyes rolls back, I speak in tongues, I bleed from gums |
| It’s time to hit the streets with guns |
| I’m bustin' seventy shots laughin' as the people run |
| I plead to be free from these evil deeds I’ve done |
| Until the pain coincides with my violence and agony |
| Oh the humanity, why does he keep stabbing me |
| But it’s me that I’m stabbing, it’s self-inflicted wounds |
| The Hitchcock of hip-hop, the end is comin' soon |
| You don’t wanna see me run up with the thang (Cock back) |
| Make it chicka bang bang (You don’t want it with me) |
| If you don’t really want it nigga (Fall back) |
| Cause to killas it ain’t never been a thang (You don’t want it with me) |
| And I can get in to ya if you feel you really want it |
| One of us ain’t gonna make it out |
| You don’t want it with me |
| I’m kinda sick and psycho grab ya feelin like I’m Michael |
| Push it you’ll see what I’m talking bout |
| You don’t want it with me |