[1st Verse]    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  Imma touch you  Imma bust you  Imma crush you   Mother fuck you  That's my nigga Aaron Yates  Style lee lee killa Norman Bates  Holla at me like I'm ollie gates  Imma 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 Imma 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?  How can I flow rounds  With an MC that can't chow down?  Where would you be   If you did'nt 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    [Chorus]    If you ain't got shit to fuck with this  Take that dead shit on  And if you're 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 what    [2nd Verse]    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 Heathenistic  Killer with a vengence  Breathing this shit  Your whole facad'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 along ride   Tecca Nina just won't die ei ei ei eiya  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!    [Chorus]    [3rd Verse]    Off the hook, stalking in clubs  Tossing em' walkin' in blood  Barking that rogue dog shit  Dirty devils better hold yaw 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   Thru 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 Rock, Will, Phlaque and Dynomack?  Nitwits, misfits, sick shit, Nnutt Howze  What do ya get  When you cross tech with a fine bitch in the club?  KY, bou lou, motel, sextime.  What do you call a rappin' ass   Rogue dog villain pretty mother fucker?  Donny Quest, Azmo, Sinister TECH N9NE    [Chorus]    TECH N9NE's in the house