Artist: Tech N9ne f/ Brotha Lynch Hung, Prozak, Tyler Lyon Album: Strangeulation Vol. II Song: Tell Me If I'm Trippin Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com [Tech N9ne] I wanted to find the gun, my lady runs to the bathroom yellin "someone", and when it's done I'ma treat it like my daughters and son, we're havin fun 'til intruders came in knockin to come kill everyone They beatin and kickin, ringin my bell uncontrollably Four in the morning yellin my name so they know it's me Scramble and try to find my nigga's gun, I'm supposed to be prepared for the crazy, my lady screamin don't go to see Fuck it, I'm goin down to the kitchen to get the knife Invite 'em all in my crib and then take everybody's life Chop 'em all into pieces, pray to God they heat-less E-N-D shit, play with their bodies in the name of Jesus One two three, go, DAMN! It's just the cops All the motherfuckers must've scrammed when they hit the block I was gonna, kill, am I wrong to feel for my loves' safety? I'll leave you permanently still Trav said he caught 'em on camera, they came to his place Two teen girls and a guy yellin "Where is Yates?" Damn, some fans would've lost lives on this day Mistaken I would've been erasin all of the kids' face [Chorus: Tyler Lyon] Am I paranoid or scared? Or is this my nightmare? Were they ever really there? Tell me if I'm trippin! Am I supposed to sit and wait while they storm through the gate? +Psycho+ just like Norman Bates Tell me if I'm trippin! [Interlude: Brotha Lynch Hung] Yeah it's gonna be the shit, wait 'til you hear this man You on keyboard, I gotta get this fixed man, damn Alright there we go Alright man, sit over there though Aight [Brotha Lynch Hung] 7 o'clock, I was upstairs I was on the keyboard makin that tear Knock on the front door, C.O. got it Niggaz came in, I said "Yo, get in the closet" Hit 'em with venom and run up in 'em while they rummagin Too many niggaz was comin in, I wanna get me one Hopin niggaz try me cause I'm fiendin, feel like "Fry me" Eyes all Chinese, high off reefer I'ma get deeper, turn to the Grim Reaper Use a heat seeker when I creep with the heater Leave a deep gash, bring the heat fast Hit 'em with the venom, when I get 'em I'ma keep 'em Givin them an enema, even if it's ten of 'em Then I'ma, eat 'em like dinner in the cinema Then I'ma, shit 'em out, get 'em out In about twenty-four seconds I'ma fuck 'em in the ass Tuck 'em in the grass, cut 'em up fast Buttercup, shut 'em up, I'ma cut mass I'ma cut lass Nigga he got it, he gotta fuck 'em up, yeah Tell me if I'm trippin [Chorus] [Interlude: woman] + (Prozak) I don't really wanna play this, guys This isn't something to mess around with (C'mon, it's just a game, nothing to worry about, sit down) {Hey man, hand me one of those beers} But it's not just a game (It is, everything is gonna be fine, hand me a beer too) (C'mon, let's do it) [Prozak] I can still remember It was January 23rd, 1994 And a group of us were chillin at the table We was drinkin with our fingers on the Ouija board Tryna summon spirits askin "Ouija, can you hear us?" Never thinkin what was in store Then the dogs started barkin in the darkness All of a sudden it was knockin at the front door Then we started approachin Cautious as hell as we pulled the door open Nervous adrenaline, seemin slow motion No one was there, we went back to the board hopin that we finally made contact with a deity Apparition on the other side Then it started movin out and soon spellin out the warning in the morning one of us would die We decided to stop it Said our goodbyes, and left the apartment On the way home, Sarah hit a patch of ice Lost control of her car, hit the ditch and lost her life [Chorus] - minus second line [Outro] {*coughs*} Fuck that shit nigga Ahem, let's party