Tech N9ne – Last Sad Song (2010) 0

Hey
It's time to get into some sin/
You been listenin to gibberish hits in the interim
Them are done cause hear me come/
To make you stand up, stand tough, hands up, damn ya
If you don't get it get rid of it, trip if you diggin it
I guess I got more than my balls -- and my word
I got broads in a herd chasin this and all on my nerves
They got the illness
They feel this – realness -- chill bitch
I got the bed that's too crowded for you to come get in it
I spit that tech shiza off to y'all
It's crazy even Michael Jackson said it's off the wall
I brought the sickness -- big techs -- live less -- midwest
I be the best don't forget it nobody can get wit it
So when you see me in the spot, bow down trick
I eat, drink, sleep, dress, look and sound rich/
So jump up, they pumped up, crunked up -- everyone must/
Stop wit the jealousy wit me the hatas be riveted/
(K.I.L.L) E to the r uh dot (bang!) just ain't fair, that when I pop up the spot be like YEAH!/

Chorus:
Killer killer -- it's the bone thrilla – an if they feel ya -- they screamin like
yeah yeah yeah/
like yeah yeah yeah/
Mr Mr "quick to get wit'cha"/
chick if she get the whiff of this
she be like
yeah yeah yeah/
like yeah yeah yeah/

I’m back with the heat – and yes YoungFyre produced it
With true spit, I get lots of relish with strange music
My crews thick – deuce click – n’ guess who’s wit – two chicks (Tech N9ne!)
In my lou of caribou sift

the Super Dew lifts
Everybody in the party will lose it
Vodka and Mt. Dew is the new shit
Thanks to Icy Rock and Demonica
We honor Ya

And I got so much money sometimes it feels like I’m wearin a Yamakuh
You can not monitor my money I monetarily astonish ya
So what’s all the bad comments and all the drama for
I can produce a picture
Stop with the truths that hit ya
I’m at the top but -- I be poppin and shootin wit ya

Tip of my shoulder now
Mr. Nice Guy is over wow
To a ritzy and older style
From ditzy and Gomer Pyle
Look at my checks swell
Chicks with wet tails
Ready to Rock it
In my pocket – got the Trojan magnum XL’s

(K.I.L.L) E to the r uh dot (bang!) just ain't fair, that when I pop up the spot be like YEAH!

_-*CHORUS*-_

Tech N9ne, Yeahh..
I think they really mad
Yeah, Yeah this is Kansas City mane
The Industry’s still punks
That’s why they real slump
But when we indies drop all our records we will dump

Havin a good time to stackin it with Travis we laid back
Doin about a hundred and fifty with slaps and a Maybach
Hatahs of course you doubt, that I’m makin a warped amount
I got Ozone, Murderdog's double XL and Source's accounts

What’s all the fuss about?
Killer in and remorse's out
Fuck Mark Cerami
You heard that from the horse’s mouth
It ain’t coming from RBC
It ain’t coming from Fontana
It’s comin from Strange Music
Don Tana in a calm manner

I say this in baritone
We come to get all cheddah
Huntin you in yo dreams
You wake up screamin in falsetto

MTV clipped me birthday bash show
I got fans like Kat Castro that will boost my cash flow
MTV, completely we sick of it
Won’t give a bit
To see in my eyes, the blood in my ligaments
You can see that Tech-a-nina don’t give a shit

(K.I.L.L) E to the r uh dot (bang!) just ain't fair, that when I pop up the spot be like YEAH!/