Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tech N9ne
Tech N9ne
Vocals
Kid Bookie
Kid Bookie
Vocals
Corey Taylor
Corey Taylor
Vocals
Jason Christopher
Jason Christopher
Bass
Dustin Schoenhofer
Dustin Schoenhofer
Drums
Christian Martucci
Christian Martucci
Guitar
Zach Throne
Zach Throne
Guitar
Walter Bäcklin
Walter Bäcklin
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Corey Taylor
Corey Taylor
Songwriter
Aaron D. Yates
Aaron D. Yates
Songwriter
Tyronne Hill
Tyronne Hill
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Corey Taylor
Corey Taylor
Producer
Robbie Cope
Robbie Cope
Drum Technician
Jay Ruston
Jay Ruston
Mixing Engineer
John Douglass
John Douglass
Engineer
Tristan Hardin
Tristan Hardin
Engineer
Rem Massingill
Rem Massingill
Guitar Technician
Paul Logus
Paul Logus
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Attention Ladies and gentlemen, may I have your attention? I don't need nothing (not a motherfucking thing) I said, I don't need nothing (not a motherfucking thing) I don't need nothing (not a motherfucking thing) What's my name? (C-Motherfucking-T) I don't need nothing (not a motherfucking thing) I said, I don't need nothing (not a motherfucking thing) I don't need nothing (not a motherfucking thing) What's my name? Get ready for madness, take a fucking pull as I grab this Money's great and everything, but it's nothing to a huge disappointment Cross a line and then you're finding unemployment Stick around and then I'll challenge your enjoyment Wait a moment, this whole time I was hoping for An emotional reunion and another fucking quick annulment Can't hurt a symbol when it's burned in the brass Quite accustomed to getting my way and kicking your ass Now that I'm disgusted, tell the world I can't be trusted Who the hell bailed me out when I got fucking busted? I'll tell you, nobody, say it again, nobody The same motherfuckers who gave me no chance to be The reigning sum bitch with a 20-year itch It's beginning to look a lot like another crazy birthday I don't need nothing (not a motherfucking thing) I said, I don't need nothing (not a motherfucking thing) I don't need nothing (not a motherfucking thing) So what do you wanna hear? (C-Motherfucking-T) I don't need nothing (not a motherfucking thing) I said, I don't need nothing (not a motherfucking thing) I don't need nothing (not a motherfucking thing) Who you wanna hear? (C-Motherfuckin'-T) Let me introduce myself to those that don't know What the fuck is happening inside your speaker, you heard? (Hello) This shit is deeper than words (yeah) Pollute the ether with evil people And leave 'em screaming as these bitches leaving the Earth I ain't afraid of death Make a pact with a shaman and take its head A major step with ancient relics with text from some basic men That wake at ten and prey to the sun and hope for the rain again Aliens, Annunaki's and tribes from bane of end But you can blame Corey Taylor for the poor behaviour Raised on Slipknot with a lot of hip-hop and some Noreaga Eminem, Tech N9ne and a bunch of all I favour But nowadays it just seems like ya get called a hater 'Cause all the mess that you're calling music, it bores me lucid Call me stupid but at least you're calling me something I'm fucking sick of this shit, I'm running away and I quit Never to wanna be seen as long I'm up and I'm killing this bitch I don't need nothing (not a motherfucking thing) I said, I don't need nothing (not a motherfucking thing) I don't need nothing (not a motherfucking thing) So what do you wanna hear? (C-Motherfucking-T) I don't need nothing (not a motherfucking thing) I said, I don't need nothing (not a motherfucking thing) I don't need nothing (not a motherfucking thing) Who you wanna hear? (C-Motherfuckin'-T) (CMFT must be stopped!) (CMFT must be stopped!) (CMFT must be stopped!) (CMFT must be stopped!) Look at 'em go, look at 'em flow, melting their faces Hookin' a foe, took in the dough, catchin' no cases Cooking the dro, pushing the blow, king of the matrix I'm a stinger, I place this middle finger to the racist Tongue game sharp enough to maul Freddy When the drum bangs, Tech gon' make your jaw heavy Then the storm came waving, breaking y'all levee Still, you give me tall fetty, I reply with, "Aw, ready" This one is not a grammatical error The N9nas connected all over the globe (hey) Speaking a lyrical language, I give 'em a killer in all of my shows (hey) Pocket full of cash, all the ladies wanna smash And they all looking like they want me to smack 'em on the ass Pieces, that's how I leave it when I beast this Nothing but the futuristic battle star elite shit Peep this (cheah), I tell you all it's not a secret Who I'm rocking with? C-Motherfucking-T, bitch I don't need nothing (not a motherfucking thing) I said, I don't need nothing (not a motherfucking thing) I don't need nothing (not a motherfucking thing) So what do you wanna hear? (C-Motherfucking-T) I don't need nothing (not a motherfucking thing) I said, I don't need nothing (not a motherfucking thing) I don't need nothing (not a motherfucking thing) Who you wanna hear? (C-Motherfuckin'-T) (CMFT can't be stopped!) (CMFT can't be stopped!) (CMFT can't be stopped!) (CMFT can't be stopped!)
Writer(s): Corey Taylor, Aaron Yates, Tyronne Hill, Christopher Anthony Martucci, Jason Christopher Rappise, Dustin Robert Schoenhofer, Zachary Throne Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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