Strangeulation III

Strangeulation III - Tech N9ne Collabos/Wrekonize/Bernz/Kutt Calhoun

Wrapped in XLR cables

Up from my whiskers down to my f**kin' kicks

Wreck-O was echoed in Gordon Geckos

You suckin' dick

Nobody be askin' me for secrets

I ain't chuckin' tips

I'd rather be bumpin' hips

On that ratchet with muffin tits

Tore up the limits

From Britan visions would rock their lives

Inside a prison where giddy b**ches don't jock the rhyme

Born in precision

Rhythm spittin' could swat a fly

For them to just kick a single shillings from Spotify

Bye bye killers

On a high five business

Gonna ride by the sickest

In your high ride to the hitlist

If we ain't spoke in ages

Then miss me with broken favors

You Miley Cyrus to majors

You twerkin' on swollen razors run now

Dont make me come to dinnernail your tounge down

And have you plead your case to us

At strange land at sundown

Be careful of the biz

Cause everything has got a price attached

Wake up with a horse head in your bed

And next your life is snatched

Tank full of petro

Bank full of paesos

Pull on my tour bus

Bonus on a payroll

Feel like I be killin' it

Famous on the internet

Really I'm just wingin' it

Cookin' sh*t on my Kitchenett

Life so good

Right now I need to celebrate

Bout to sell a stadium out

And turn it into rake

Look at how the industry norm

Has started lookin' Strange

All my brothers riding the storm

While they just ride the waves

Caviar wishes

B**ches for my b**ches

Black shades and hoodies

And spots and white linens

Feel like Sam Kinison

Preachin' to these citizens

Screamin' at the saints

You ain't ever gonna get rid of us

Guessin' that I just cleaned my plate

So now I'm gettin' cake

Speedin' down the interstate

Yellin' get out the f**kin' way

We plant flags in the ground

Because we here to stay

And bring my whole hood out

And have my own parade

Black gold

I purposely wrote this verse

Just to murder this

Member defecate

Disassemble the limbs

Of a ni**a who try and seperate

Artistry from nonfiction

Im sent with a conviction

To sentence you pons

Givin' the benz on my diction

There he goes

Speakin' bout how he murk a beat

Smellin' himself

Why else would he flaunt about it so verbally

Dance around me

Like I was a paraplegic

In a doo-cee-doo competition

Lookin pissed like I never heard of feet

Yadda Yadda

A whole lotta yappin'

About my rappin'

When I'm the captain

Of crunchin' you niggas milky dreams

Im the comparison of Pac's face

Staring in your face

Mock razor blades cut

Leave you crispy clean

Don't ask Tech

Ask me if it's questions

Guarantee that he tell you

That I'm the best

And Im destened

To find a snake and a bat

Helpin' Kansas City's progression

Hopin' I hurt the feelings

Of whoever second guessed it

Cause everybody talkin'

Imma make you niggas hear me

Mind control flow

Now listen to your ears bleed

Spit it sicker than these sicker fans

Keep your dick up in your pants

You were blunted on the block

Me I had some different plans

I'm trying to get to France

Sniffing grams

Hit a branch

Independent Powerhouse

Vibin' out with the fam

Waking up in different cities

Every night hittin' grants

Stay prepared for this

I'm bearing witness to this sinner man

Stripper dance with cinnamon

Clubbin' with my gentelman

Drink away the nights events

Nothing worth remembering

Squad will run up in this b**ch

Mobbin' like some immigrants

Jack you for your paper stack

Rob you of your innocence

Taping of the scene of crimes

Swabbing for my fingerprints

Thought about my life

You thought the same

And couldn't think of sh*t ha

This type of fire dont extinguish

Now write about some bigger sh*t

You're striking out

Swing and miss

Ring around the rosy homie

Pocket full of pain

I got a lock up on my lane

And triple optic in my brain look