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tech n9ne – ya killin’ me lyrics


(feat. pill)

[intro (tech n9ne)]
n-gg- ya came lame
trying to attain fame
making it that d-mn thang
but strange bringing you samhain’s reign

trying to blame game
when you in the lane you can tame on the bang mang
when fame you gonna bring insane pain

[chorus x2]
(it’s so easy) god sent me here to punish you
(believe me) i’m the wrong one to run into
(i’m crazy) they tell me ain’t n-body cold as you
but you, you (ha ha) ya killin’ me!

thought that you was nice
but i got news for ya sorta kinda
a deal twice, its nice, its rights with the 49ers
pain bringer over houses
you softer than dora’s pouches
smoke a joker quicker than batman and torture spouses

can’t believe that you ain’t with me
that you ain’t as clean and cold as us
trench a weed? might crank some speed but ever believe that you froze enough
with the lights on
you think that you tight because you got all of that ice on
this the right song, because i finish beginnings as soon as they turn my mic on
yeah but i tell ya this
f-ck it i package and mail ya this
better open this letter, ya hope its a fella?
they told me to tap ya and tell ya quick (b-tch!)

this the mixture of a pistol and liquor
wrap your mouth around this barrel
guaranteed you drop quicker
(d-mn!) on some smokey sh-t
its friday with the coldest b-tch (poke a b-tch)
shoulder then shoulder the dough and toe the ditch
oh, my bad! i didn’t know that was your bottom b-tch
i do this sh-t easy like after eating some cottage cheese

[chorus x2]

i feel vicious
i bust to my meal ticket
i’m up in the ill spittage
i f-cks with the pill nigglets!

i’m real b-tches
be walking i feel livid
even though my skrill vicious
i’m painted up and still wicked

f-ck! my pen just took a big sh-t
i don’t give a f-ck cuz i’m gonna rip this
everybody that called me devil is gonna get a plague on their family
dammint its in the m-th-f-ckin’ red

tech is sick of people’s lack of acknowledgement
he was rippin’ before wack n-gg-s got a scent
to the reaper, the sack when ya dollas went
bustin [?] cuz i gotta vent

this industry can truly suck a booty
this rap is how a snap and hack a loogie, sucka sue me
got straps right in the back, i pack it truly for ya newbies
i crack ya n-gg-s -ss for acting tooty f-cking fruity

laughin’ at you wannabes,
im’a hang nooses, for dudes thats useless
n-gg- its f-cking strange music (strange music)

we bang to the boogie, don’t sleep on this
stoppin’ a n-gg- gonna eat with a beast [?]
wanna creep up on a brotha, beef ya gonna get
when you rappin’ n-gg-s never gonna speak on sh-t!

[chorus x2]