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Warning The vibrations of this musical composition May cause damage when played on inadequate speakers If your system is not up to par Play this at high volume at your own risk Strange music will not be responsible for any damages That may occur during your action of playing this song This Salva and Brodinski collaboration contains low bass frequencies That may have an alarming effect on your mechanoreceptors These lyrics by Tech N9ne may cause rioting, stay safe Bass hit, face kick, all around the world they played it 'Ello mate, wasted, run up on the stage, go ape shit KICKITER, diss 俺は これは それは あれは 彼は KICKITER diss まじで なに and we Kick it like Jackie My healthy body still crave molly (yeah) But I don't need no restraints and a mask And I'm never transported on a dolly (uh huh) Prolly catch me drunk AF on a KC trolly, gee golly When they recognize me they pass me the Buddz on Collie (what) Halloween woke up in Honolulu Everything free because I'm a guru, true Go shopping, wanna do blue But muscle memory is telling me, Soo Woo Woo Chicken lasagna to chew Uso's tell me if it's drama, you cue Crew to put them llamas through you Colostomy bag, how you gonna boo-boo (go!) Woke up in a room out Vegas Gonna give Kendrick and Tyler a shout later But too many edible goodies the mouth ate up So we tryna really get in with a Tao waiter Lookin' fly-lee, beauty by T She wanna know the answer to the question, "Why me?" We walkin through the telly where we pay the high fee Holy shit, lock B's with the homie YG (woo) I'm on the radar of every A star In this music biz when they view this kid They see me as a quasar Finally goin' kamasutra crazy Doin' it like I want a future baby But I be careful where I shoot the gravy Holding the base of it like a ukulele Some of the homies they go polygamist Offer the N9na to hit the wiz a bit I had to reject it, I'm not to give her this Respect'll cut off the horny, the nigga shit Woke up in the Caribbean and smokin' the therapy in the ocean Is there a reason to give a hit? To folk with a pair of heathen with liver lips I broke from the terror, leavin' I sizzle it Arizona, bag is packed Backstage passes, Cactus Jack (that's right) I'm so gungho, ask for tracks 'Cause I know I got the racks (yup) Dipped and this the way bosses Get the chips and stay cautious Tip the strippers, bae tossed it A lip to give like I'm Chick-Fil-A sauces I save 'em, you're no longer privy to The way I pop up in places that Iggy do Woke up in Australia, this city too poppin' Hoppin', got me shroomin' at Sydney Zoo (Sydney Zoo) Bass hit, face kick, all around the world they played it 'Ello mate, wasted, run up on the stage, go ape shit KICKITER diss 俺は これは それは あれは 彼は KICKITER diss まじで なに and we Kick it like Jackie My last show at Red Rocks, twelve thousand people Seven hundred fifty extra Everybody there to greet you 'Cause what I spit is brrr and with the quickness, sir Some jealous visitors, bitches were Kickiters Pass out on Caribou Lou That's because Kaliko makes terrible Lou That drink unfair 'cause you spew 151 okay, that was the true voodoo One place I dare you to view Nova Scotia, Canada where the Moo-shu Screw, five to one, share the pu-pu I was chased by a sex crazy pair of cuckoos Daughter wantin' me to meet her MILF Married woman want that cheater guilt Never they get this leader milk I ran away truckin' 'cause I can tell they were Peterbilt No way I give her the god (no) Mosey hoes we don't deliver the rod (no) Kickiter watchin' from afar When Mr. Marcus shot a porno theme of Wizard of Oz (wow) Center stage, rip it hit for hit Been this paid with the sickest spit Renegades sip this wicked shit Lemonade mixed with distillate (what) I make party, I'm the caca Hit yo' town, I want that zaza Never seen a chupacabra But I saw my sold out venue in Moskva I think Adina Howard wanted to, nevermind Yeah That's a wrap
Writer(s): Aaron D. Yates, Elliott Haslam, Javier Ramirez Jr, Louis Rogé, Paul Salva Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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