[Intro: Some guys talking]  The spiked red hair...and the..and the, paint on his face  Whow, hold on man, Tech is losein' it man  He's not as grounded as he used to be  Tech was a devil worshiper  You know you see a black dude with red hair  And a long beard, I mean look he look scary to me too  Yeah that nigga Tech man he sellin' out man  That..that's he's doin' that for the white folks  That white shit he doin' man    [Verse 1: Tech N9ne]  I've been writing for  Nineteen years for sure  Haters in these times  Niggaz don't wanna see me shine  Stop me, and then try and tell me (Come gangsta)  And then compare me to Nelly (What ya bang bra)  So this songs is gonna tell me so called gangsta Niggas, who the fuck has always been the bigger G?  Hey, I've been bustin'  And fizz knuckin' bitches  It tizz nothin' for years puffin'  I've been clutchin' riches from his muffin'  Heres fuck you niggaz this is toughin' I  (Don't know what the fuck you thinkin' telling me this shit is hella fake)  Say, since way back in the days rappin'  The blaze happen  I raised raves craves days would blade packin'  And stage saggin'  Theys wackin' Nina stays layed backin' I  (Rap at niggaz constantly they never know the money Nina makes)  Hey, this is amazin' how niggaz formulate they hatin'  You fuckin' fornicate your mistakin'  We can never correlate cause you fakin', huh  Who's bringin' in through the bacon, huh  Who's keepin' this shakin', huh  (Got any questions Sinister Tech and Tecca Nina niggaz know the rest)  Gay, is all you punks and mitch bades this in your trunk won't get played on the radio  Too gangsta for an old lady bro  Gangsta niggaz don't hate me no  Wanksta niggaz won't face me though  (Talkin' shit and books my people tellin' me that I really need a vest)  Okay    [Bridge 1: Tech N9ne]  I rep the town harder than any of you niggaz  Where ever I stand my bills the same punk  And you got the nerve to tell me    [Hook: Tech N9ne]  Come gangsta  Throw your rags in the air  And know that nobody there  Will compare to your gangsta  Saggin' pants to the floor  Every womens a bitch or a whore  When your gangsta  Pack ya guns in the club  If they shrug to them thugs mean mug ya come gangsta  Is what they sayin' to me    [Verse 2: Tech N9ne]  I shoulda been done come wit a gun  For the ones who bump they gums who the one  Said a nigga wasn't gonna make another record said I was wack and washed up done  Said a nigga might scare lil' ones  He's a fuckin' nightmare, here he comes  Really red hair and my face painted  They said (Gangsta)  Messy Marvin Coleone is so (Gangsta)  But I really ain't (Gangsta)  I need to come a little (Gangsta)  Scritch the scratch the nigga fat tone is so (Gangsta)  You need a bit of that (Gangsta)  You need to hang wit a (Gangsta)  Mr. Stinky vigilante so (Gangsta)  Brother Lynch is (Gangsta)  The Bigga Figga is (Gangsta)  57 RDVs are so (Gangsta)  The nigga fifty is so (Gangsta)  They say  When you in them streets, creep creep  Cause some gangstas want a head blast  Cause I run with the red rags  And try make the feds flash  Try to swipe my bread stash  (That's that bullshit I'm gon' skip and try to go get the money grip)  Okay, you niggaz kill me in Nosferatu vampire bit my shit  Cause you niggaz fill me surprised that I got you right here with my shit  So you gotta be thankful to who?  By the way homie what's gangsta to you?  (Money, dope and alcohol and plenty bitches all up on your dick)  I got that  How can C-Bo be wrong?  How can Yukmouth be wrong?  How can Lynch be wrong?  How can 2Pac be wrong? Bitch!    [Hook]    [Verse 3: Tech N9ne]  I've been nice to you rapper cats for a long time  I left Kansas City so them other cats can gon' shine  But it seems these punks are confused because I'm my own kind  But I'm back on deck cause Kansas City is who's throne? Mine!  This ain't no punk shit  Nigga this is strength at it's finest  I made this shit so you all you sins can rewind it  Meaning, you pussys who says this Tech shit ain't hard for real  And try to disregard the real  You motherfuckers is hard to feel  I get your death threats cause I'm the king bitch  Money, groupies, drugs, alcohol and bling shit  But I stay a hella game  And you punks is so lame  Cause my mobbin' gangsta track will demolish your whole tank  I've been with every rapper who's legendary  Underground to mainstream know that Tech is very hard  Cause I bring the heater  Love me cause I'm your leader  Bitches they suck my peter  While I drinkin' Margaritas  Niggaz get layed down  Seven displayed sounds  N9ne the crayzed klown  Lines like sprayed rounds  This is for all you haters who don't pump my shit  If you say this ain't gangsta then you can suck my dick!  I might look like a clown  But you niggaz sound like a motherfuckin' circus  Fuck you motherfuckers!    [Outro: Yukmouth]  This nigga is the tightest nigga movin' man  I mean...Tech N9ne will demolish all you niggaz  From the stage show, to rockin' the mic you name it  Thats why I roll wit him he my favorite rapper real talk  Tech N9ne