Sinister Tech

You’re the one nigga who’s a dumb nigga
And a bum nigga, you’re a slum nigga
Better run nigga when I come nigga
With a gun nigga you’re a bitch
Buck you, never trust you
Never loved you, never was you
I’ma touch you, I’ma bust you
I’ma crush you, motherfuck you
That’s my nigga Aaron Yates
Style lee lee killa Norman Bates
Holla at me like I’m Ollie Gates
I’ma put the milli to your face
The nerve of ya yellin' you’re a murderer
But ain’t nobody ever heard of a
Killa killa doing damage off up in suburbia
Sinister rhyme minister, Tech N9ne be the menace (yes, yes)
Diminish ya, finish with the dementia I’m the grimmest
I done told y’all I was comin'
Better start runnin' or bust like a cannon
'Cause I’ma leave hella destruction
Mental breakdown and famine
I would advise you not to slide through
'Cause I will oblige you
With a rhyme flow that will demise you
How can I bow down to a broke rapper with a foul sound? (bitch)
How can I flow rounds with an MC that can’t chow down?
Where would you be if you didn’t copy off me lil' boy?
This type of shit that I enjoy
I sum you up with
Bitch flows, punk foes
Sluts, hoes, case closed
If you ain’t got shit to fuck with this
Take that dead shit on
And if your bitch in the club with ass on me
I’m gonna take that home
By the sinister Tech N9ne!
By the sinister, by the sinister, by the sinister, Tech N9ne!
Vill-on, y’all know me by the
Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmmmmm
Everybody say: «KC's in the house»
Bounce, rock, skate
Or fight, shoot, hate
We so chilly, they call us abominable
Everybody know we phenomenal
Get ya' money, get ya' women
If you’re getting nothing, your living is comical
Simon Bar Sinister, climbing star finisher
Swine and lard vinegar, rhyming hard blimisher
Realistic, hedonistic, killer with a vengence breathing this shit
Your whole facade’s punkish, I’ll make you kneel before Zod
Biblical hits
Flippable, kickable spits
Niggas with critical lyricals, never no mythical shit
Step into the evil fickle abyss
Wiggle in pittifulness
Swivel this and get pistol whipped
It’s been a long ride
Tecca Nina just won’t die-ie-ie-ie-ya
Better feel it when I drill it (trick)
Real is when I kill it (Mitch)
Hit it, hit it
Never ever tell a millimeter killer quit it (bitch!)
If you ain’t got shit to fuck with this
Take that dead shit on
And if your bitch in the club with ass on me
I’m gonna take that home
By the sinister Tech N9ne!
By the sinister, by the sinister, by the sinister, Tech N9ne!
Vill-on y’all know me by the
Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmmmmm
Everybody say: «KC's in the house»
Off the hook, stalking in clubs
Tossing, I’m walkin' in blood
Barking that Rogue Dog shit
Dirty devils better hold ya lips
Nina ripping ill beast flows
Yeah we know it, will reach gold
Platinum, feel these flows
Comin' off of Kill Creek road
Say my name five times
Tech, Tech, Tech, Tech N9ne
I will appear in your mirror
Through your chest ripping out your spine
Hungry like an Ethiopian
Living off the blood in your veins
Alias Donny Kevorkian
Never were you ready for the pain
What do ya get when you cross Tech with a hard ass track?
Innovative, twisted, psycho, thugged out
What do ya get with Roc, Will, Phlaque and Dynomack?
Nitwits, misfits, sick shit, Nnutthowze
What do ya get when you cross Tech with a fine bitch in the club?
KY, 'Bou Lou, motel, sex-time
What do you call a rappin' ass Rogue Dog Villain pretty mother fucker?
Donny Quest, Azmo, Sinister Tech N9ne!
If you ain’t got shit to fuck with this
Take that dead shit on
And if your bitch in the club with ass on me
I’m gonna take that home
By the sinister Tech N9ne!
By the sinister, by the sinister, by the sinister, Tech N9ne!
Vill-on y’all know me by the
Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmmmmm
Everybody say: «KC's in the house»
Tech N9ne's in the house