Artist: Tech N9ne f/ Darrein Safron, Problem
Album:  The Storm
Song:   Get Off Me
Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com 

[Tech N9ne]
I'm just tryna try
When haters do what they do and steady hidin the lie
Laughin while we, ridin and high
Cause we know that they ladies will let us slide in the pie
Yeah, they call us nook nook crooks
Cause all they hear from the room is Babadook-dook-dook
Yeah, you think I make rooks book?
Well my singin partner 'bout to murder before he do the hook, look

[Darrein Safron]
Started from nothin, I did it
Y'all mad cause y'all didn't, y'all mad cause y'all ain't in it
Y'all mad cause I got the master plan, cash got no limit
I might ride to your block and let this drop when I'm finished
Ugh, yeah, put that on yo' head
People thought we was recordin cause the dot shot red
I just do this for my homies 'til the block get fed
I rap slow so you understand what the fuck I said
Buuuut, OK I'm still on my grind, holdin mines down with I keep on my side
Open yo' third eye, they thinkin you blind
Strap to the back with a Mac in a backpack
homies strapped and ready to ride
Feelin like Biggie, I'm +Ready to Die+!

[Chorus: Darrein Safron]
So get off me, bitch get off me
I just don't got no time for all these bitches and y'all soft ways
So get off me, bitch get off me
I just don't got no time for all you bitches and y'all soft ways

[Tech N9ne]
Whoever said Tecca Nina ain't the shizzy is a buster deluxe with cheese
My foot is ready to touch ya and scuff the 3's
You couldn't move 'em with a Mustard beat plus with Yeez
Cause you's a sorry mudda-sucka, I'll buck ya then puff the trees
I'm for real, do I kill it? Certainly so
Your lady say she don't 'member ever squirtin befo'
'Til she had this player in the Middle of the West, a flirtin negro
I knocked her way down to Coach from her Birkin ego
Ya heard it? I heard it, let's give it up for the KC king
But I never wanna get up in the race
we seen when I get up on a beat I'ma bake these schemes
Look at the Nina, I'm comin at you with a team of cleaners
Rippin and packin arenas, thinkin he better then he be the dreamer

[Chorus]

[Problem]
What (Problem!)
Bitches ain't shit and ain't never gon' be shit
Talk like a asshole, baby girl eat shit
Chach on this beef shit, dog off the leash shit
Get your BMF, yeah I'm on that Meech shit
What? Money e'rywhere
Nigga disrespect mine and we gunnin e'rywhere
Pussy's gettin no love, motherfuck a February
Cracked my enemy's girl then I fucked her e'rywhere
Yeah I'm all up in these streets and these suckas never there
'80s baby, yeah I grew up where it's cluckas e'rywhere
Fuck all that mad doggin, got a shot for every stare
If you wanna see fake take a look up in the mirror
Mark (SIMON!) Chachi, haha

[Chorus]

[Outro]
Clown Town! {*cackling*}
Clown Town! {*screaming*}