[Tech N9ne & Jenny (Kid)]
Jenny, Jenny get up! Get up Jenny, get up!
What is it? Get up, get up, Jenny, get up, get up!
What is it? Yeah go with your sister, go with your sister!
(?)
Come on, come on, yeah, let's go! Dad, what's going on?
Come on, come on! Dad? Dad, what you're doing?
Come on, come on, follow me, follow me. Dad? What's going on?
Upstairs, shhh, go ahead (?)
[Tech N9ne]
You can die for wearin' a bandana
The color can summon a damn hammer
Understand blammers, really can land ya
In the dirt, the purple, Mister Sandman ya
The bangin' affiliates aimin' the (?) with no remorse and doing evil deeds
Obtainin' a million blame when the really sick go (?) but shooting people, please
Died just because of skin color
Why do you think they got it in for ya, african brother?
Why do we gotta be living together with sin lovers?
Never to been a ra- racism, hate with 'em
Singing the (?) death of state prison
Let the gates hit them
Look at the penalty level that they give 'em, now we're wait victim
Look at the madness in Tech's eyes
Can I give 'em columbian neckties, if they disrespect my
Family members, let's try - ready, set, die!
We so quick to let our vets fly
One in Cali and the one in (?)
So many killin' in one - the Midwest Side
Death tries like an F5
[Phlaque, The Grimstress]
You's causin' all the seperation
Misleading the congregation
Come into a place of worship only to find killing was the occupation
Mass killings, suicides, mental state gotta be do or die
Evil suit and ties, coming and shoot the price
You comply, gonna wanna be euthanized
I spoke the truth and expose lies
My rap is dirty like I'm Blowfly
But I'm so tired to the (?)
Stilldeath is going for show trial
To get me for my role is (?)
I slap the one that try to yell a lie
I'm bringin' death is what I tell the guy
Revolution for me will be televised!
Really there is no alignment
The devil and angels got assignments, send the tyrants
Blowing up the mall people fall, that's what you're reminded
Running for holy water, find the holy martyr
Leave you hangin' like your ex-wives
'Cause you lackin' on your sex drive
Death tries like an F5
[Zkeircrow & Tech N9ne]
Hurry, hurry, come and get the virus!
Ain't no need to worry, you're surviving
Let it penetrate and incubate in me
Your body, the american super silence
CBD got me violent
THC, POV climbin'
What's the deal?
Get me plenty pills 'cause I'm in my fields, many niggas dyin'
Take a sip of alcohol, 151 stash call
Kidney lookin' like it's gonna hit the ball
Grim Reaper comin' like Jake from State Farm
In appointments (?)
Bodies droppin', get a coffin for your coffin man
(?) built it all
Worldwide ID and manipulation with vaccine
No doctors save you to save us
Pharmaceuticals are made to contain us, I keep us contagious
(?) slide and Vegas, the plague shape-shift in various stages
I burn all your (?)
Missin' left eye
What's the final destination? Next try!
What they gonna call me 'cause I'm Tech's guy, nigga?
Death tries like an F
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