Nnutthowze (Tech N9ne) - I Can Get Grim | Текст песни

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• Nnutthowze (Tech N9ne)
• I Can Get Grim

[Intro]
For the 9-5!
(I talk about) *
(I talk about) Nosferatu
(I talk about) *!

[Verse 1: Tech N9ne]
This is the end of the line
How can you diss Tech the N9ne?
Ain't it a shame? I bring pain to your brain
Emcees are headless just like Ichabod Crane
You gots to suffer Rocs
This is the Rocs
IcyRoc all up in your box, you watch
(The worms crawl in, the worms crawl out
In your stomach and out your mouth)

[Dyno Mack]
* yes, * * *
* * * * * * * *

[Tech N9ne]
Nosferatu got you dumbfound in sound
And sick when I hit ya, now I flip shit with the

[Phlaque]
All you niggas got me bit
Claiming you're heaven sent, you need to repent
Set your notebook on fire!
That's right by ya, this is what you perspire

[Tech N9ne]
* * * * just like Oscar Meyer
Got all this time
Get you to retire
816, eight sixteen
I flip it now you see
Complex styles, so wild you can find me at the * *
But I'm out to get out
Got to shock you
Watch you
* * * * * * * than Ozzy
Now I gotta laugh like Fozzie
Waka Waka Waka
You fraud-like, fake motherfucka
You got to take in figure

[Hook: Tech N9ne] (x2)
I can get grim on this nigga (You got to take in figure)
I can get grim on this nigga (You got to take in figure)
I can get grim on this nigga (You got to take in figure)
I can get sick and kick on a punk bitch, cha!

[Verse 2: Tech N9ne]
You *, bite my style like * *
Studying why and how I flips my tool
When I get yo punk ass I won't let go
I get * * * when I use words like Necro
Catch my next? Yo, I bet yo, Tech won't last
They put me on with you, they push ejecto
Imperfecto, I'mma slimer, slime ya
A lyrical, ecto, villain, I'mma lose her like that yo
(Presto) clepto, I'mma bring the razor glow
Deranged and yo (Tech say hello)
I got you niggas shaky like jello
You wonder if that's your boyfriend like your nigga yo tell though

[Phlaque]
Hello
To extract * * souls from the kleptomaniac
I'mma bring it back, * * *

[Tech N9ne]
You must wanna die
Off with his head, let him hang high
Rockin' my style like * * * *
You look at me, you wonder why I'm getting ill
I'm tryna blow up just like Fire Marshal Bill
So let me show you somethin', like a crucifix
Maybe that shit will keep you away from my lyrics
(Vampire), like Phlaque would say, ("* *")
No remorse for you when you burn (in the fire)

[Hook: Tech N9ne] (x2)

[Verse 3: Tech N9ne]
You have stepped in six feet under six feet
The area where ordinary people can't sleep
The badness, we had this back in high school classes
You're dealin' with three phases of madness
We're livin' in Missouri, *, you can feel the fury
The pain, * like my name was Cobain
I'm grimmer than the Crypt Keeper, * than the Grim Reaper
* * *, oh yeah, I forgot to say
"Welcome to doomsday, fraud!"
'Bout to kick that ass just like Jean-Claude
* from the crew, your rappin' days are through
Fake-ass nigga, they're all gonna laugh at you (All gonna laugh at you)
(Ish off), Better get out my way before I'm (Pissed off)
Vampire, niggas straight soft
You wonder, "What does it take to make a * drop"
Yippee ki-yay, motherpop! Motherpop-pop!

[Hook: Tech N9ne] (x2)

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