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Kickiter

Tech N9ne

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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