Artist: Tech N9ne Album: Killer Song: Like Yeah Typed by: Pudge2k1@yahoo.com [Verse 1] TECH N9NE!!! Technicians!!!! AHOO AHOO AHOO Hey It's time to get into some sin you been listening to jibberish hits in the interim them are done cuz here me come To make ya stand up, stand tough hands up, damn ya If you don't get it get rid of it trip if ya diggin it I guess I got more than my balls and my word I got broads in a herd chasing this and all of my nerves They got the illness, they feel this realness, chill bitch I got a bed it's too crowded for you to come get in it I spit that Tech shiza off to y'all it's crazy, even Michael Jackson said it's off the wall I'm with the sickness, big Tech's lidless, midwest I be best one for gunning nobody can get with it So when ya see me in the spot, bow down trick I eat drink sleep dress look, and sound rich So jump up get pumped up crunked up everyone must Stop with the jealously with me the haters be riveted [Chorus] K-I-L-L E to the R dot Just ain't fair that when I pop up the spot be LIKE YEAH!! Killer Killer it's the gorilla, and if they feel ya They screaming LIKE YEAH YEAH YEAH, LIKE YEAH YEAH YEAH Mister mister quick to get with ya chick if she get a whiff of this She'll be LIKE YEAH YEAH YEAH LIKE YEAH YEAH YEAH!! [Verse 2] I'm back with the heat and yes Young Fyre produced it With true spit I get lots of relish with Strange Music My crews thick, (thats right) Deuce Clik And guess who's with two chicks (Tech N9ne) In my lou of caribou sips The super dew lifts everybody in the party will lose it Vodka and Mountain Dew is the new shit Thanks to Icy Roc and Demonica we honor ya and I get so much money sometimes it feel like I'm wearing a yarmulke You cannot monitor my money I'll monetarily astonish ya So whats with the bad comments and all the drama for? I can produce a picture Stop with the truce and hit ya I'm at the top but I can be popping and shootin wit ya Chip on my shoulder now Mr nice guy its over wow To a ritzy and older style From ditsy and Gomer Pyle Look at my checks swell Chicks with wet tails Ready to rock it in my pocket Got the Trojan magnum XL's [Chorus] [Verse 3] Yeah, I think they wit me mayne Yeah, yeah, this is Kansas City mayne The industry's STILL punks, that's why they will slump but when we end this, drop all our records we will dump Havin a good time just stackin em with Travis we laid back Doin about a hundred 50 with slaps in the Maybach Hatas of course ya doubt, that I'm makin a warped amount I got Ozone, Murda Dog, double XL and Source accounts What's all the force about? Killer in and remorse is out FUCK ?Marshall Rammy? ya heard that, from the horses mouth That ain't comin from RBC, that ain't comin from Fontana It's comin from Strange Music's, Dontana, in a calm manner I'll say this in baritone, WE COME TO GET OUR CHEDDAH Huntin you in yo dreams, you wake up screamin in falseta MTV clipped me, birthday bash show I got fans like cat castro that'll boost my cash flow MTV completely we sick of it, you won't give a bit? Just look at my eyes and my blood and my ligaments you can see that Tecca Nina don't give a shit [Chorus]