Get Off Me

(Tech N9ne)

I'm just tryna try

When haters do what they do and steady hidin' the lie

Laughing while we, ridin' and high

Cause we know that they ladies will let us slide in their pie

Yeah, they call us nook nook crooks

Cause all they hear from the room is Babadook-dook-dook

Yeah, you think I make rooks book?

Well my singin' partner 'bout to murder before he do the hook, look

(Darrein Safron)

Starting from nothing, I did it

Y'all mad cause you didn't

Y'all mad cause y'all ain't in it

Y'all mad cause I got the master plan, cash got no limit

I might ride to your block and let this drop when I finish

Uh, yeah, put that on your head

People thought we was recording 'cause the dot shot red

I just do this for my homies 'till the block get fed

I rap slow so you understand what the fuck I said

But...

Ok I'm still on my grind, holding minds down with it

I'm keepin' my side

Open ya third eye

They thinking you're blind

Strap to the back, with a Mac' in a backpack

Homies' strapped, and ready to ride

Feeling like Biggie, I'm Ready To Die

So get off me

Bitch get off me

I just don't got no time for all you bitches and your soft way

So get off me

Bitch get off me

I just don't got no time for all you bitches and your soft way

[Tech N9ne:]

Whoever said Tech Nina ain't the shizzy is a buster deluxe with cheese

My foot is ready to touch ya and scuff the 3's

You couldn't move 'em with a Mustard beat plus with Yeez

Cause you's a sorry mother-sucker, I'll buck ya then puff the trees

I'm for real

Do I kill her, certainly so

Your lady say she don't 'member ever squirting before

Till she had this player in the middle of the west, a flirtin' negro

I'll knock her way down the coach from her burkin' ego

Ya heard it?!

(I heard it!)

Let's give it up for the KC King

But I never wanna get up in the race, we sing

Hit 'em with a peanut butter, bake these schemes

Look at the Nina

I'm comin' at you with a team of cleaners

Rippin' and packin' the reamers

Thinkin' he better that he beat the dream up

(Darrein Safron)

So get off me

Bitch get off me

I just don't got no time for all you bitches and your soft way

So get off me

Bitch get off me

I just don't got no time for all you bitches and your soft way

(Problem)

Bitches ain't shit and ain't never gon' be shit

Talk like a asshole, baby girl eat shit

Chach on this thief shit

Dog off the leash shit

Get yo BMF

Yeah I'm on that leach shit (What)

Money everywhere, nigga disrespect mine and we gunnin' everywhere

Pussy's gettin no love mother-fuck a (febuar?)

Cracked my enemy's girl then I fucked her everywhere

Yeah I'm all up in these streets and you suckas never there

80's baby and I grew up wish (cluckas?) everywhere

Fuck that mad doggin got a shot for every stare

If you wanna see fake take a look up in the mirror

(Darrein Safron)

So get off me

Bitch get off me

I just don't got no time for all you bitches and your soft way

So get off me

Bitch get off me

I just don't got no time for all you bitches and your soft way

Clown Town!

Clown Town!

(Screaming)