| Yeah
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| When I was younger, I didn’t know what to do with myself
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| Freestyle to freestyle, proving myself
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| Started focusing on the mission more than spitting
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| But the feeling that I was missing was the one to kill everybody else
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| And I’m not violent, I just need to be protected now (Yeah)
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| My boy just got himself a little pistol, he might shoot it at you
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| Who am I after?
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| Anyone I gotta stick or put on my pupu platter
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| Used to chatter but I get way too much pussy to be a YouTube rapper
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| Shoot you actors
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| Not with the way Hulu captures what a Jew crew mastered
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| Doo-doo, blast your block with the K
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| Cuckoo clappers from a SooWoo chapter (Yeah)
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| Tell me how you wanna do it, should I nuke you bastards?
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| Or, should I go and get 'em with a Count Dooku slasher, do you faster?
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| Who’d you rather go against?
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| I control the web like a computer hacker
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| I been abusin' rappers since animal crackers and Chutes and Ladders
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| Put 'em in a comatose and I’m goin' ghost, feel like I’m cool with Casper
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| Torture everybody
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| Put 'em in a group on camera like it’s a ooVoo gather
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| Why they gotta choose me to try to hoot to Mathers?
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| Guess I’m the truth and a boost to Zeus, who’s gasser
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| But beaucoup flashers on social media said I drew truth backwards
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| Fuck your poots loose with a dook' chute smasher, I’m solid
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| I just demolish, please tell the pilot I switch the climate
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| I’m way too cold, I’m two degrees, it’s like I’m switching college
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| But ain’t no need for school if guns can teach you trigonomics (Bah, bah)
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| Curb stomp the only way I’m kickin' knowledge
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| I don’t preach, ladies say, «I love you,» when you sort of poppin' (Haha)
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| You take them for their word and then they take you for your wallet (Thank you)
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| How many syllables can he fit within a second with no content?
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| Use your own logic, no comment (Ahaha)
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| No more violence
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| I just kill 'em to enjoy the silence
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| I got my hand on the button still
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| Don’t know why I’m runnin', but I’m runnin' still
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| No more violence
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| I just kill 'em to enjoy the silence
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| I got my hand on the button still
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| Don’t know why I’m runnin', but I’m runnin' still
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| [Verse 6: Token and
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| Tech N9ne
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| Jesus Lord, relieve me more of stress, I need some more revenge
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| Distort your neck and force a stretch, like prehistoric Rex
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| And don’t ask me to be your guest feature, more or less
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| Your new song got four play like a tease before the sex, you need some more
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| success
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| I’m still a teen of course, I need endorsement checks
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| Tech? |
| (What up?)
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| I heard you made the Forbes, I need you for some bread
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| And I don’t treat my girls like queens
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| I treat 'em more like kings in chess
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| I keep the whores in check
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| I feel like Jesus when you leave me bored to death
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| Ayy
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| I don’t know why anybody wanna come and get it from Donte (Donte)
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| That thinking is dubious, I am Vesuvius, partner, you’re Pompeii
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| (Hot)
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| Calling me coward, I’m coming as crazy, calamitous Kanye (Whoa)
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| Got a gargantuan gun, I’ma get the grown-up gropin' Grande
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| Blah blah, chuggin' agua after rap beef
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| Why they pause? |
| I’m the faja, bah-bah, black sheep
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| Nigga, that’s weak, fucking raw in the car back seats
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| Where they take their rah-rah rap sheets
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| Ha-ha, caca, cats keep, crack peeps
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| Pipes, pips, and I’m glad it’s night
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| Grammatic geist gets status wiped
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| Coming against me is bad advice
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| You don’t wanna lay up in a poison predicament
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| Gone away just in a sort of maleficent
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| Dorm of sadists, I’m the opposite, people say I’m a Deus (Wait)
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| I been on my Rambo
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| Killing 'em off in my camo
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| And I be coming equipped with the ammo
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| Pulling 'em out of the bando
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| Never your rhyming no can handle
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| No more violence from your Sambo
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| And a big silence of the Lambo
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| I’ma need silence from the panel whenever my mic is handled
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| Ain’t no match, you can’t light the candle
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| One of a kind, I’m the prime example
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| Talking about me, be slightly careful
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| Comin' to my city is quite the gamble
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| Better hope that your flight is canceled
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| Make you scream 'cause I like the sample, wait
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| This man’ll dismantle
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| Put your head on this mantle
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| I see BS on your channel
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| Get outshined by my shadow
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| I don’t battle, I do not pretend
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| Don’t even rap like this if I’m not with Tech
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| Tech, I got your back, a back architect
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| The way I built this shit from the YouTube, kid
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| I’m done, fuck
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| No more violence
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| I just kill 'em to enjoy the silence
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| I got my hand on the button still
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| Don’t know why I’m runnin', but I’m- go
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| One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight
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| Look at all that hate I generate
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| I don’t feel a punch from featherweights
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| Maybe try when you in better shape
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| Oh you fuck that cup up every day?
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| Oh you drink that cup up every day?
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| Got me thinkin', hold up, anyways
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| What the fuck you got to celebrate?
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| How many losses do you tend to take?
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| One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight
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| Nine, ten, eleven, maybe twelve a day
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| That’s so sad but gee, what can I say?
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| Cry me a river like the Everglades
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| I might swim that bitch and get away
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| I got the whole world to penetrate
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| No more YouTube rap, goodbye |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song YouTube Rapper , by - Tech N9ne. Song from the album Between Somewhere, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп