Tekster:
Tech N9Ne Anghellic

midwest The boy can flow And he be busting like Boom boom It's like I'm stuck I feel I'm cursed About to load the n9na Tech cause in a sec I'm finna

that's why you never be selling copies I will rise above all of you Regardless of my skrill That ain't got shit to do With techa the N9NE's skill Bust

techn9ne tempo Do you know What you're in for Rough sex Much sweat Enough flesh What's next Make her say Oh la la la la Give it to me techn9ne You're

have you stressing Using Rogaine Didn't chill with her, deal with her N9na had to get, ill with her Trick tried to kill, Mrs.N9NE So I had to hit her

I was kicking it with this chick for a minute She picked me to hit it real stiffly I sitted He spit then we quit it Then I told her to miss me and splitted

't wanna 'cuz That's the way it has to be So we're just gonna sit back Write these rhymes, make these bills Chill, no more, Tech N9ne

'm an angel but the devil's Possessing my brain Is it heaven or hell I really can't tell It half cupid half relic My life is anghellic So I dance with

fuck I'm putting Nair in your leave in hair conditioner Now you Hari Krishna to my listeners in this rhyme You will find psychotic scriptures saying It's something disrupting my mind Tech

fucka Broke as a joke Don't hire me But you arrest me When I'm selling my dope So who's the Einstein In N9NE N9NE TECH N9NE I'm crime mind In my prime