[Tech N9ne]nI be bustin (bustin) parents be fussin and cussinnCause all I talk about is silicone and muffins (muffins)nSo if you didn't come to hear some strips clubs hitsnThen get the hell on cause I'm gettin my mail on; I'm hustlinnI'm talkin about foes and I'm talkin bout fans and kittiesnI'm talkin about hoes and I'm talkin bout Kansas CitynThat's where I dwell wit wit, my my billsnAnd I I, I will pop hot rocks for realnVenomous, when it gets HOTnThe Tech straight killin hatas, when it gets ROCKnThe sex rates genemater, so don't miss SHOTnSpits quick game inovator nChick generator quick trip James LemonatornThis is the beginin of blingin and houses and womennWelcomin angels and demons and cowards are sent itnI'm alive and well but demise will bring ghost storiesnWhen I rise in hell them alive will still vote for men[Hook]2xnWatch out, cuzz here comes Tecca NinanRoll out, cuzz here comes Tecca NinanDrop down, cuzz here comes Tecca NinanCuzz here comes Tecca NinanCuzz here comes Tecca NinanCuzz here comes Tecca Ninan[Tech N9ne]nBonzai, baby every once I nSmokin and drinkin and poppin so hurry come flynCuzz I plenty rolled, and I got plenty doughnAnd we got plenty hoes, we roll on 24'snWhat it is, what it was, what it shall benWhat the bliz, what the L, where the BelvinCaroboulu is 151 and Malibu Rum and pineapplenSo what's this weakness you tryin to sell menI represent, the Rougue Dawg villain niggasnBetta repent, the foes all feelin triggasnYou got me tempt, we rolls all billa scrillanRoll call villain killas, froze y'all fill in millasnThis be the best timenTo bust ya best rhymenYou bring ya best rhymenI'm on yo next linenAnd when I flex minenI see respect signs nCall the request linenAnd just say TECH N9NE!n[Hook]n[Tech N9ne]nThey call me Tecca Nina, that be my nick namenI often wreck arenas, most of em chicks mannSpoil us wit checks and visa, that's how we spit gamenHavin them bless the weiner, I love to get brainnFour chicks in the back of the truck nBackin it up, suckin on tongues laughin it upnGased in the cut, bustin the buns slappin it upnQuick wrappin it up, we trust wit no fundsnThen passin the buttnAbsolute when I shoot the shitnChoose the chicks wit flows that you used to getnTake 'em to Adams house, and rat 'em outnOr take 'em down to Wes' get breastes up in ya facenAnd scat 'em outnMake room, for the crew and beats that thumpnI got the sickness horny chicks mighty mind be nStraight doom, for the crew that see like chumpsnI bring 'em six-six triple eight forty-six, ninety nine threen[Hook]