Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Strangeulation II, artist - Tech N9ne. Album song Strangeulation, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 05.05.2014
Record label: Strange
Song language: English
Strangeulation II |
| Deevil! |
| Prayin' that 12−12 for hell |
| Felon to sell and slept on a bed of nails like nothing I’ve ever felt |
| Ghost in a shell, was molded with other demons as |
| if I needed some help or a host to preserve the heathen |
| Got it, my brain is rotted |
| I swear to God that I’m not it |
| I’m set to go to the gallow as soon as the rope is knotted |
| I ain’t high as the fire and I have unused adrenaline |
| Came in the cypher clean, still smelling like putrid cinnamon |
| Then I’m in, enemy of the state, I’m straight at an angle |
| Stop risking and quit your bitchin', it ain’t like I’m raping an Angel |
| Said I was magnifique, ya’ll fuckin' with it, kapeesh |
| Stevie Stone I’m on it I’m so clever |
| Nobody comparing 'em better |
| I put shit together |
| America’s most elaborated rap pick yo head up |
| Small talkin' to get you wet up |
| Yeah, I’m will to kill all you niggas |
| The feelin', adrenaline that’ll spillin' a milli yeah I mill' all you niggas |
| Ain’t even reach out they climax rather my sillin' on niggas |
| And backin' a back on back can’t billy you niggas |
| Get busy on niggas |
| This ain’t no random some leekage |
| Stonie in the building the bitches pull out their cleavage |
| The snake and the bat you see them prominent features |
| The spieces |
| Strangeland we rain on your region |
| Meatwagon I come I be taggin' 'em |
| Baggin' 'em bring 'em clusters of three |
| Got three magnums gaggin' em out |
| You pussies is still talkin' I’m draggin' 'em out |
| I’m tappin' 'em out |
| Aww shit, they fucked around and signed a backpacker |
| Smart, rich, handsome, plus he’s not a bad rapper |
| I’m just a little local talent that fucked around and made it big |
| Underground bully, pickin' on all these famous kids |
| And the danger is, Now I’m doin' Strange a biz? |
| About to make the world forget about what a major is |
| Independent Powerhouse, running all these cowards out |
| My enemies are all forgotten, wishin' I would shout em out |
| And I don’t want to hear a rapper harmonize unless |
| He thuggish, ruggish, Lazy, Krayzie, Bizzy, Wish or Flesh |
| But maybe I’m just hatin' cuz my black ass could never sing |
| Fuck that autotune I hope the Futures filled with better things |
| And you a fucking liar if you say you found a better team |
| Impossible! |
| Like trying to fit my dick inside my wedding ring |
| And all the bread it brings will be distributed and properly |
| I represent for hip hop not some fucking aristocracy |
| I’m the Martin Scorsese of rap, rap predator |
| Better than severin' the reverend with a jackknife |
| Kevin and eleven of 'em revvin' up the engines we bubblin' up like 7-Up |
| Then when we shoot that shit we eat that shit for din--din-ner |
| I don’t need no fuckin' «Ok», are you serious, I’m okay |
| I’mma make you bleed like it’s your period, period |
| I eat period pussy so eating you ain’t serious |
| What you need for me to flip that shit and rip that shit |
| Like a skitzo stick that shit, that shit like a automatic pistol grip |
| No, I created this fast rap, I’m past that |
| I put a gat in that asscrack and blast that |
| I’m lightyears ahead of 'em, might use the head of 'em |
| I lose, then you can keep the breadcrumb |
| My nigga I’m a carnivore, ready for any kind of war, any kind of score |