Fucked Up Day

Lyrics

[Intro: Tech N9ne] Ya We at the end of this shit Finally at the end of this shit My nigga Paul Law on vocals Midwest side 'Bout to drop a couple light weight verses Check it out [Verse 1: Tech N9ne] Be warned So many motherfuckers in the inner city got me torn Many niggas have sworn But don't even understand the storm So I better move on, hold the press Never can slow the best But I'm having a fucked up day so I just progress When smoking on them green clovers, cess Thinkin' about killin' a bitch if a bitch insist On usin' the bottleneck sources I give her what I mean by death from anghellic forces Of course it's the fist of fury Mr. T.I.B.D. and several twister Uplift a high plains drifter and differ Mitch bade nigga, display bigger Next he'll find himself in the middle of a ditch lay with her Big parade of them slithery things I mean stuffed in grey litter Don't know how much longer I'll be on this e-horn So we scorn to be in arm, the best be warned, be warned [Chorus: Paul Law] Let me warn you I'm having a fucked up day today And I just ain't got no time to play Let me warn you This shit's getting worse for me today, today, today [Verse 2: Tech N9ne] I drinks to get drunk, I thinks to get funk My inks a bit bunk, so I switch my pen and then begin my friend I blinks 'cause it bumps RD's give a nigga room to give 'em a list without a flaw We say walla milli dollar, then break a lot a jaw Alright, where the booze at? Never did think I'd use that Who's that nigga who don't know then confuse that I does that, really wanna take out this demon Waiting on God to give me the OK What niggas really want is a black Keyser Söze, ugh Caught up in rap, I'll never again get caught up with a bitch Stuck in the intersection like shtonkey or end up with a bitch, ah Don't know how much longer I'll be on this e-horn So we scorn to be in arm, the best be warned, be warned [Chorus: Paul Law] Let me warn you I'm having a fucked up day today And I just ain't got no time to play Let me warn you This shit's getting worse for me today, today, today [Verse 3: Tech N9ne] The end of my LP, also end of existence Novus ordo seclorum, time to get artillery equipment Riddle me this, riddle me that Who's the nigga that got that contract Have been dead like about four years and nueve says Who's gonna come back? Who's that one them call the K-I-double-L-A clown around these parts of Mizzou who is the nigga that's gonna make many G's Who sees demons after dark And skinheads killin' my P-E-O-P-L-E's Who's said yell Seig Heil but don't fuck double N-U-double T's God's infinite family trees About to seize these gandy asses or B's Racist punk gonna make you fall to your knees Why am I that type to be cool before I swarm? Because I like these calmer moments before the storm, be warned Everybody want to go heaven but nobody want dead Rude awakening boy, the future tells about too many bloodshed I said, Satana we shall dismember in the last days Start this race in '71 November, remember I can look into your eye, smile and then to your surprise I'll be yellin' "Die, nigga, die!" when all the bullets fly Don't know how much longer I'll be on this e-horn So we scorn to be in arm, the best be warned The worst type of nigga is gone