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Tech N9ne - Strangeulation Ii Feat Stevie Stone Murs Brotha Lynch Hung Godemis Lyrics

[verse 1: godemis]
Pamet u glavu
Deevil!
Prayin' at 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 highest of high then the hydra
Have used 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 a angel
Said I was magnifique, ya'll fuckin' with it, capiche?
Now the safest you woulda thought
With a devil under your feet
They throw a shot and then sit back
And wait for some reaction
Ain't nothing to it but to do it, I'm a mummy rappin'
So get to clappin' or dissin' the clan you hatin'
Listen, the man is jason and this is the strangeulation

[verse 2: stevie stone]
Stevie stone, I'm on it, I'm so clever
Nobody comparing, I'm better, I put shit together
America's most elaborate rap, pick ya head up, huh
Small talkin'll get you wet up, huh, yeah
I'm ready to kill all you niggas
The feelin', adrenaline that'll spillin' a mill
And yeah, I mill' all you niggas
Ain't even reach out they climax
Rather my celing on niggas
And backin' a back, I'll backhand billy you niggas
Get busy on niggas, this ain't no random some leakage
Stonie in the building, the bitches pull out their cleavage
The snake and the bat, you see them prominent features
The species, strangeland, we rain on your region, huh
Meat wagon, 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

[verse 3: murs]
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' stranger 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'
Cause my black ass could never sing
And 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

[verse 4: brotha lynch hung]
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, grr
I don't need ya fuckin' okay, ah, 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 light years ahead of 'em, might use the head of 'em
I lose, then you can keep the breadcrumbs
Grr, my nigga, I'm a carnivore
Ready for any kind of war, any kind of score