Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Misery , by - Tech N9ne. Release date: 16.07.2007
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Misery |
| Aye fam, |
| Man, you need to stop being so nice and modest |
| To these jugga head ass niggaz out here |
| They ruunin around like they don’t Strange is the lions den |
| Nigga we the muthafuckin kingz of the jungle |
| I’m in the resturant chillin with this new piece of bootany the other night |
| You know a nigga gonna give me a cd |
| Talkin about, |
| Mackzilla, tell Tech he better come to the studio |
| And fuck with us, or else… |
| I said, don’t you punk brother ass niggaz know |
| This is Monopoly, don’t nobody pass go and collect 200 dollars |
| Unless we say so |
| This merciless |
| This is musical massacre |
| Mammoth, imagine my motive, mane |
| No murkin us |
| Mimicin muthafuckaz may mock |
| But on my momma millimeter |
| My miscous mo murda make millions mack mommies and mosh |
| This is pain, This unforgettable thang |
| Is my talent untamable? |
| Tech is the tyranny |
| Bang on you niggaz who never have respect for who ever |
| Pullin you pussies apart, My competitor’s plain |
| In the dark when they sleep |
| On my incredible heat |
| Fuck you, I’m fed up |
| My fist for faggots and freaks |
| Go tell your industry peeps that fuck peace released |
| B is for blood |
| We bangin and blastin at beef |
| This is ignorant |
| Get a whiff of his lyrics |
| So rigorous, niggerous, carnivorous delivery |
| Come with me, it’ll be bitches and thizzery |
| Fuck with me |
| And believe that we niggaz will put you out of your misery |
| If you ever disrespect |
| I’ll put you out of your misery |
| Put you, I’ll put you, I’ll put you, Put you out of your misery |
| If you run up on my set |
| I’ll put you out of your misery |
| Put you, I’ll put you, I’ll put you, Put you out of your misery |
| I’m a muthafuckin vet |
| I’ll put you out of your misery |
| Put you, I’ll put you, I’ll put you, Put you out of your misery |
| 'Bout to make me cock (cock) back (back) aim (aim) |
| My mission is to pop (pop) that (that) brain (brain) |
| My split is psycho like Michael’s knife |
| I admire your Freddy Crouger then dream your life |
| My brain is too deep, I can think alive |
| And kill death itself in one of freestyle lines |
| Lyrically, rappers aren’t better than me |
| Cause I’m hard in this rap game |
| You lighter then a feather to me |
| So come with it |
| It’s the devil in me that’ll blast at your afterlife |
| Until your ass is restin in peace |
| Muthafucka, you don’t want it with a gangsta |
| 16 shots and have my little brother shank ya |
| Thank ya, No thank ya |
| Boy rearrange ya hands with ya head |
| Heads up and I’ll bang ya |
| I hear you barkin but you ain’t bit shit |
| My shot’s dig through |
| They call 'em hollow tips |
| It’s a killa season and you ain’t killed shit |
| Misery Loves Kompany, now a complimaent bitch |
| If you ever disrespect |
| I’ll put you out of your misery |
| Put you, I’ll put you, I’ll put you, Put you out of your misery |
| If you run up on my set |
| I’ll put you out of your misery |
| Put you, I’ll put you, I’ll put you, Put you out of your misery |
| I’m a muthafuckin vet |
| I’ll put you out of your misery |
| Put you, I’ll put you, I’ll put you, Put you out of your misery |
| You bout to make me cock (cock) back (back) aim (aim) |
| My mission is to pop (pop) that (that) brain (brain) |
| This is misery, misery artillery for the killin spree |
| Hit the block, see the enemy, Kill 'em off like a Kennedy |
| Ecstasy, Hennessy and a lemon squeeze |
| You niggaz finna be put on obituaries and white tees, that’s misery |
| Rome to Italy, ridin on chrome literally |
| Yuk Godzilla, King Kong ain’t got shit on me |
| Riddle me, riddle me, Which rapper gone snitch on me |
| When I shoot up his Bentley and put him out of his misery |
| They asked about the beef with Game and The Unit |
| Squashed my beef with The Game and do my thang with The Unit |
| Bo signed to Cashville |
| I’m makin it rain in Houston, Rap-A-Lot for life |
| You’ll find you body slain in Houston, bitch |
| I’m on the block with that Praline |
| Until the cop’s jumpin out the van like the A-Team, I slang cream |
| The West Coast Don and Kansas City King |
| You ain’t know? |
| Tecca Nina, General in The Regime |
| If you ever disrespect |
| I’ll put you out of your misery |
| Put you, I’ll put you, I’ll put you, Put you out of your misery |
| If you run up on my set |
| I’ll put you out of your misery |
| Put you, I’ll put you, I’ll put you, Put you out of your misery |
| I’m a muthafuckin vet |
| I’ll put you out of your misery |
| Put you, I’ll put you, I’ll put you, Put you out of your misery |
| You bout to make me cock (cock) back (back) aim (aim) |
| My mission is to pop (pop) that (that) brain (brain) |