Fresh Out!

Lyrics

[Intro: Krizz Kaliko & Tech N9ne] The number one independent rapper in the world! Tech N9ne! I am what? Fresh out of fucks! [Verse 1: Tech N9ne] Fed up with everything, I'm cynical than I ever been I'll make the Beretta ring if any comin' up at a king Alluding to leveling a leader livin' a better dream Kinda like the brother on the side of Coretta King! But the people, they made me a monster I need a getaway and may need some Kontra- Band in my hand I'm goin' crazy and bonkers Like I'm rich and my baby's Ivanka! They don't give a damn about a good nigga They wanna take what you givin' and put you out in the river Without a particular bout, I give you doubt if you is a Fallacy giver and nothin' but a salary digger! I'ma relay the message, you're gonna decay If karma displays a deathbed, you wanna delay The drama today that Tech said he gonna repay The one in the way, I check it wit' a llama to spray! When I spit it, niggas, quit it, 'cause I come wit' it Big digits, got 'em livid, when I quick flip it They don't wanna dig it but the spirit is not authentic Not a pity party, but I'm fed up with the hatred And how they wanna spit upon and hit the gentle faces Not even knowin', we sick and mental cases I open up they mouth wit' a fully and dental they shit! [Chorus: Tech N9ne] I am (what?) fresh out of fucks! I am (what?) fresh out of fucks! [Verse 2: Swisher Sleep] Is it that I'm having a panic attack and I'm tired of the fact That I'm starvin' like Marvin Hagler? Heart of a battler fighter Or get you from out of here, hit you for standin' there Man in here, mind your manners and manage your mannerisms Your mouth of a minimal double dribblin' Stuffed up a Ritalin, got me jitterin' Got me feeling the pit fighter's adrenaline Sittin' inside of a cage, prison, shank sharpened and bank targetin' (get 'em!) Stamina, having a panic attack and I'm not gonna have it Fresh outta fucks and I make it a habit I don't trust anybody the fact That you not giving a fuck, I practice I been seein' on you wishing my tactics Now the blood up outta my body, even the water outta my cactus I'll tackle a pterodactyl and shackle 'em, ride the back of 'em Slappin' them in the abdomen, hurry the wings flappin' We flyin' to Strangeland and demandin' a pretty penny And poppin' my collar like I'm hidin' a hickey I am who these suckas pretend to be, get offend of me They depend on my energy, there's a penalty nigga Finna be remedied, the epitome of an enemy Any minute, we cut the noise and become a symphony Catch a wind of me, finally finna be, gettin' me behind a riddly dynasty Tecca N9ne and me signin' these twin time to be violently Murderin' my mind and become reblinded by me And ignite me the dynamite in me Swish! [Chorus: Tech N9ne] I am (what?) fresh out of fucks! I am (what?) fresh out of fucks! [Verse 3: Tech N9ne] Bleed ya if you got the funk a milli fever Nothing but a sucka billy diva Buckin' really we had enough of the silly negras Agreed get the heata, bussin' up to really freeze ya I'm an abomination, when ya on a hatin' Kinda conversation, I'ma bomb ya nation With my congregation of non-sedation The Don's awakened achin' the spawn of Satan [Verse 4: Swisher Sleep] Who called my name in? I go in Not contemplatin' out dome My combination ain't norm I'll sock a face in the eye socket and break it His mind pocket is achin' The time clock is awastin', a pine box is awaitin' I'm salivatin', they call me the killa, killa There's no feelings, it's sentimental in general I'ma hammer 'em, I'll hit 'em all in the middle They feminine, all that bitchin' is not admissible Zip it or get a kick in the genitals When I spit it... niggas critic 'Cause every time I come with it The winner, victor definitive Pen and pad an opinion, opinionated A pyramid in the makin' it permanent, here it's statin' initiative Tryna get it and fit it where the position is Put my life and my money, freedom at risk for this Give me mine, I don't give a fuck what tradition is Listen, I'm a diamond, I'm unsigned and I'm killin' shit [Chorus: Tech N9ne] I am (what?) fresh out of fucks! I am (what?) fresh out of fucks! Biatch!