B.I.T.C.H.

Lyrics

[Intro: Tech N9ne] No, you ain't supposed to put on your devil suit When you come up in the church, young mane, hehehehehe Now they ain't about to think you a rebel You 'bout to make them think you birthed from flames La, la, la-di-da-da Wanna be on TV just to show out for mi mama But breakin' into colored houses, admit That it's a bitch when you sick like this [Verse 1: Tech N9ne] Puttin' all the face paint I can put on Put my black jeans and black hood on That's your TV I just stood on With a faded habit, this brother swerves when I sip vodka I'm the latest rabbit; in other words, I'm a hip hopper You disc jockers never played me, you said my shit stopped ya 2001, I mixed opera, now every clique's got the Sick caca with lots of rippin' about they chips, oughta Listen to this quick chopper flippin' and poppin' With the spirit of Pac and Big Poppa! Ya! This for your motherfuckin' rap quotes My shit is surprising and shocking like Barack votes The traps broke when I rapped with Tunechi and Stacks though OG Muggs said I'm gonna be the first rapper to cross over to black folk [Pre-Chorus: Tech N9ne] Yah, I'm breakin' into colored houses Polo boots and hella dark-colored outfits Yah, I'm breakin' into colored houses Fellas better put a chastity belt on your spouses [Chorus: T-Pain] Hey! Man, it must suck to be you niggas 'cause it don't suck to be this rich If you not fuckin' with me, brethren, you can suck upon this dick Man, I just get it how we get it where I live Somebody better call 911 (Call 911), I'm breakin' in these niggas' cribs Yeah, we out here workin' One thing for sure, two things for certain I'm for real, that's how I live Somebody better call 911 (Call 911), I'm breakin' in these niggas cribs [Verse 2: Tech N9ne] Since 2001, my people dodged me like Durango Now at my shows, I see more N-words than Django (From Missouri) Like Nelly Chingy, and Chain Hang Low But Kansas City somewhere over the rainbow I'm in yo' house baby, I'm in yo' living room Lookin' down yo' blouse lady, and everybody is in tune To Tech N9na, sex fiend a threat to his and whom They got a beautiful woman and givin' poon They want it because I'm 'bout to be big and (Boom!) Breakin' into colored houses is hard, mane 'Cause everybody got (Guns) And they got (Dogs), and they got bars, mane But I'm comin' through that TV And all the ghetto is gon' see me Sippin' the KC Tea Now you know Tech N9ne, now everybody want a freebie! [Pre-Chorus: Tech N9ne] Damn, I'm breakin' into colored houses Polo boots and hella dark-colored outfits Yah, I'm breakin' into colored houses Fellas better put a chastity belt on your spouses [Chorus: T-Pain] Hey! Man, it must suck to be you niggas 'cause it don't suck to be this rich If you not fuckin' with me, brethren, you can suck upon this dick Man, I just get it how we get it where I live Somebody better call 911 (Call 911), I'm breakin' in these niggas' cribs Yeah, we out here workin' One thing for sure, two things for certain I'm for real, that's how I live Somebody better call 911 (Call 911), I'm breakin' in these niggas cribs [Verse 3: Tech N9ne] My people missin' me, like Diana Ross No, this ain't MMG, but I am a boss Although I'm wicked see, I'm fly, and I floss So why am I lost? Like my jam is off? Yes, you a day late, better late than never, I'm a veteran My cheddar been truly silly like Stevie J face (haha) Every last one of these evil haters, they see me vacate Dip to the crib, turn on the television, and see my face like, "Hey, wait..." [Chorus: T-Pain] Hey! Man, it must suck to be you niggas 'cause it don't suck to be this rich If you not fuckin' with me, brethren, you can suck upon this dick Man, I just get it how we get it where I live Somebody better call 911 (Call 911), I'm breakin' in these niggas' cribs Yeah, we out here workin' One thing for sure, two things for certain I'm for real, that's how I live Somebody better call 911 (Call 911), I'm breakin' in these niggas cribs [Outro: Tech N9ne] It's Strange, you know what I'm saying like Fuck what everybody doing, we doing this That's the Strange Music spirit Fuck you, you on bullshit, we going this way That's the Strange Music spirit