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Tech N9ne Collabos, Murs, Tech N9ne, ¡MAYDAY!
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Yeah, I don't give a fuck who it is
Anybody can get it
(Anybody, absolutely)
You already know what it is
So don't ask
You wake up to find no cereal inside of your box
You got a problem, them Strange Rhymerz out on your block
So good morning, get it in like it's 30 below
Another mursday is here to come and dirty your soul
You see the haters get degenenized, back up off your minerals
Rolling with the general and high off that medical
Rolling all around the world, still rocking a flip phone
Hip hop to the dick, two-stepping in every zip code
Pull up in the lot with all my kin and crash your shindig
Bitch we on the clock and this is all official business
I've been on the radio and shit has got ridiculous
Got me in the mood to cause some motherfucking mischief
Override the system, drugs with some sick kids
You know what we on, we trying to make the fucking hit list
Write a couple songs and live forever in your pictures
Pick another fight before they kick us out the exit
Walk up in the party with our guns drawn
Might just leave a body on your front lawn
I don't give a fuck if they say we wrong
You better keep your hands up when they play this song
And keep your hands in the air
If you know the government don't care
If you got on five dollar underwear
But you feeling like a fucking millionaire
And can I get a hell yeah (Hell yeah)
Do it big, keep it strange, don't care (Hell yeah)
Keep your eyes on the prize, don't share (Hell yeah)
Cause we 'bout to take your crown this year (Hell yeah)
Second batter up, I never had a fuck
To give, if I did, shit, you was out of luck
I'm laser focused with mine like Scott Summers is
That's Cyclops, X-Men for you dumber kids
I read them funny books that got the pictures in 'em
Still pull the thickest chick in the sickest denim
And then I spit this venom like Eddie Brock does
Had the crowd raising eyebrows like the block does
Blood, cuz, it's all in the same gang
Just brothers in different colors, we need to change things
And this a strange game, talking 'bout my chain again
Mine's fine, I got it shined by my Asian friend
At the swap meet in the wrong hood
I'm the bad man but still make the song good
Good enough they had to sign me, better ask Trav
I'm fucking with these strong genetics, bro, I'm in the lab
Walk up in the party with our guns drawn
Might just leave a body on your front lawn
I don't give a fuck if they say we wrong
You better keep your hands up when they play this song
And keep your hands in the air
If you know the government don't care
If you got on five dollar underwear
But you feeling like a fucking millionaire
And can I get a hell yeah (Hell yeah)
Do it big, keep it strange, don't care (Hell yeah)
Keep your eyes on the prize, don't share (Hell yeah)
Cause we 'bout to take your crown this year (Hell yeah)
Gun is out, everybody running out
Hearing people scream and shout
(Oh my god, he's got a gun)
Cause to run a mouth and throwing his tongue about
Like having some kind of clout
(It's negroes, we better run)
He don't want it (He don't want it)
He don't need it (He don't need it)
If they try to put a case on us, we gon' beat it (We gon' beat it)
Interrupted a groovy movie
So we said fuck it, left and ate at Ruby Tuesday
Snotty white waitress said, "I'm sorry, I'm so blunt"
One of the homies singing YG's, "Fuck Donald Trump"
And she said, "Fuck Obama"
And we said, "Fuck your mama"
And your granny too cause we would never touch your nana, bitch
Manager said we gotta leave
Not before I get a shot, I get it then I'm appeased
And he said, "No"
So I grabbed somebody's shot off the bar quick
Lifted it up and said, "Here's to you (Hey)
Sucking my dick"
Walk up in the party with our guns drawn
Might just leave a body on your front lawn
I don't give a fuck if they say we wrong
You better keep your hands up when they play this song
And keep your hands in the air
If you know the government don't care
If you got on five dollar underwear
But you feeling like a fucking millionaire
And can I get a hell yeah (Hell yeah)
Do it big, keep it strange, don't care (Hell yeah)
Keep your eyes on the prize, don't share (Hell yeah)
Cause we 'bout to take your crown this year (Hell yeah)