Lyrics Trauma - Tech N9ne

Trauma

Welcome to the land of misery
Where my delivery strikes with madness
Hearts explode from the touch of the 44 blastin (Party)
By the killas from the Midwest
You can scream all you want but there’s no help
As I see your destiny into the hands of me
Black talons rippin through yo body
The sight of a bloody scene
Murder is what I fiend
For I saw the darkest hour
The clock ticks well
You feel the wrath of my power
What you gon do when all these niggas collide?
I got so many mentalities
I’ll show you outside (Deadly)
Clever kill is my fourtay
Cuttin off victim’s nipples
A murderous foreplay
Can’t even come fuck with mine
I’m more crazier than Dahmer Charlie Manson combined (One of a kind)
Diabolic
Shimbolic
Face the infernal
Evil demon
And I can make you eternal
Trauma
Brain I’mma
Inflictin pain on a
Nigga with homa-cidal
Shit me whole persona
Nervous
Lyrics at yo, service
You heard us
Murderous
Demons they comma
Which choosin like the chrome llama
Trauma
Brain I’mma
Inflictin pain on a
Nigga with homa-cidal
Shit me whole persona
Nervous
Lyrics at yo, service
You heard us
Murderous
Demons they comma
Which choosin like the chrome llama
BLAH!
An introduction to my murderous plot
I got so many wicked ways
And they start on yo block
(One)
Label you my bitch
(Two)
I let you know
(Three)
Execution
Drag you out yo do'
Nobody to witness
I call it habit
You call it a verbal sickness
Damagin with a quickness
Describe the feelin while I rip you apart
I get evil in the day but even worse after dark
(Murda)
(Murda)
Killin
It just don’t stop (Homocidal)
The 12 gauge left you opened up
Another victim called the D-E-A-D
Listen to that underground massacre terror
Seize the streets
Feel my heat (WHOOO!)
The N9ne Ameri-Killa
Got me goin
Like Donald Owens
The cannabis
Got me deep like the abyss
So I sit back relax
Warm it up like Chris
A bruised the fist
The fury
When step into me
I 8−1-6 that mothafuckin ass in Missouri
Or should I say the land of misery
Where life’s fucked up
Disguise like yo shadow when I buck ya (BLAH! BLAH!)
Trauma
Brain I’mma
Inflictin pain on a
Nigga with homa-cidal
Shit me whole persona
Nervous
Lyrics at yo, service
You heard us
Murderous
Demons they comma
Which choosin like the chrome llama
Trauma
Brain I’mma
Inflictin pain on a
Nigga with homa-cidal
Shit me whole persona
Nervous
Lyrics at yo, service
You heard us
Murderous
Demons they comma
Which choosin like the chrome llama
BLAH!
Amuart, Amuart!
Trauma, trauma!
You’s a gonna gonna
Tecca Nina like vaginas
I bring trauma
Make niggas swing on a
Ding-a-ling gonna flunda
Irritable
Formitable
Right now hit em in the middle of Rogue Dawg straight showed y’all
When I’ll be game
Anyone wanna know what’s the deal?
The simple fact is that
I’ll flip ya
Flip ya for real
I’m a jeah
But when I get rhymer block
I need some gynacock
Right after that fact I’m like a bull in a China shop
Six pluses believe it I’ll be the bomb one day
If my shit was droppin in a week today is bomb Sunday
One week to get to necrosis
Focus on music like
Mr. Holland’s Opus
Notice
(I'm)Still kickin hocus pocus
Witch craft
Whiplash
Kick ass
Rhyme flows
Sign of the times shows
So I’m not behind hoes
Devine souls
Plottin to kill all the demons
Any color many killins plenty serable peelin’s
These rappers now (I'll swallow yo soul, swallow yo soul)
This underground (I gotta explode, gotta be cold)
Nina’s bold
They couldn’t kill me if they sent Dahmer (Why?)
Demons they comin when shootin like the chrome llamma
Trauma
Brain I’mma
Inflictin pain on a
Liqour with homa
Side’ll shit me whole persona
Nervous
Lyrics at yo, service
You heard us
Murderous
Demons they comma
Which choosin like the chrome llama
Trauma
Brain I’mma
Inflictin pain on a
Nigga with homa-cidal
Shit me whole persona
Nervous
Lyrics at yo, service
You heard us
Murderous
Demons they comma
Which choosin like the chrome llama
BLAH!