think it?s tough, that is it I?ve had enough You find it so hard to just be yourself Never no my hurt, never no my pain, never in my life, never again
taverns Tell a tale or two I've never heard but the strangest song I know Is 'What the thunder says to lightning' And I never could recall a single word
hearts don't mend Tears stained eyes of kin Never ever seen What their future might have been Broken hearts don't mend Tears stained eyes of kin Never
? Chain blingin', thinkin' girls everywhere is dumb Takin' pride in ruinin' they lives So they could never have babies and they could never be wives He never
thru and pointed out a gun Said, "Give us all your money and three Big Macs to go" I stuffed them all in a bag and I ducked down below Well, the boss
trees, like its fall The girls that was outta my league tryna play with my balls I pay bills, I work hard And when my momma cried a river, they never
rap shit Luda, I'm a hustler, baller, gangsta, cap peeler I stay strapped like your neighborhood trap dealer I got rifles that blow ya below ya bible
it when I red line a buck three, oh Hoes wit' it but never gave a fuck before I'm frontin' a hundred on top, and ones below Bitches fuck you star hoes
dick So beautiful fine young thang, to get that cock was just like a dream But now three days later ask Kool Moe You feel the burnin? sensation down below
s missing from my life Oh, where'd you come from You faded sign? Spinning through the centuries Expanding all the time Three worlds at once that blend together Three
-ing, I melt Vanilla Ice like silicone I'm ill enough to just straight up diss you for no reason I'm colder than snow season when it's twenty below freezin
don't care let em out He aint even have to prepare Coulda swear, suited out Nautica with the zipper The construct boot it out Uh, you know I stay booted out Never
, most are buried down south Far from gangstas, really hush puppies Niggaz barely speak when we discuss money Niggaz stay yappin' when there's always somethin' funny The realest niggaz never
was helpless This little kid squeezed off in his pelvis Pressure down below, fire in de hole Lose control, got nowhere to go Pressure down below, fire
occurs to you When you hit thirty three, now you can see That it's all about skill and a love for the art Not whose above or whose below in the chart
's a battle royale of serpents, snails, and bugs I'm quadarpolar, though my snipers scope i see the enemy The world ain't never been my friend and never
here tonight to get on your case And we are the krush grooving, the body moving The record makin' and the record breakin' And it goes a little somethin' like this It goes a one, two, three
why i'm giving you seven words [VERSE 1] Tech N9ne you should look at this as a wonderful endeavour the pleasure...of having a bitch go below the
