Tech N9ne - The Beast - Tekst piosenki

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Insanity at it's finest
Fire starter
Riot maker
Moon stricken
Animal need
Bad seed
Untaimable (beast)

Everybody around me always think they know what's going on inside my mind
They think I'm Mr. Nice Guy all the time
How they say on Diary?
You think you know, but you have no idea

Handcuff yo ho
Get filthy must make mo dough
We will be shaking yo flo
Come against me thats a no no
Yo, cause Im a beast

I can smell your woman's rosy punani
On the dance floor all the way in VIP
I'm a rapper, I can snatch her
And she will leave with me because of my stature
Now, everybody move, everybody bounce
Whoever the Nina choose, we about to pounce
(Work it out)
With the 151 in the bottle
I call Heff, Will he let me hit this model in the grato
I like all woman, tall woman, and small woman
Ya gotta let tech neez tease your shakra
Species release freaks, please the monster
Petite beast, feast, these Gs will rock ya
Handcuff a busta dont trust her
Round these hustlers homie dont be a sucker
When your lover say Tecca Nina's a brother
She's trying to say that I rushed her then crushed her

Handcuff yo ho
Get filthy must make mo dough
We will be shaking yo flo
Come against me thats a no no
Yo, cause Im a beast

I'm about to get that money like a robbery
Now I got it all my enemies wanna clobber me
Squallery harder we need dollars comradery
The hotter the scholar be, the larger the lottery
Need ten, twins, gotta succeed spend G's, Ben Franks
We cram Gs in bank, breathe sin we win thanks
Hungry like the wolf indeed, but I give
Money to my crooks in need, I live
In Sherman Oaks but from Kansas City
I miss home, Cali is Business but man it's pretty
I ain't lying y'all, Monster for money for mine y'all
If I wasn't getting money, I'd do time dog
You'd never see the nine fall
Big house, wood floors
Maid cleaning the bitches with pine-sol

Handcuff yo ho
Get filthy must make mo dough
We will be shaking yo flo
Come against me thats a no no
Yo, cause Im a beast

Friend, this industry is no kin to me
Behold the flow of the century
But they scared of me
Rappers they don't compare to me
Fair to be said that he dares to be sincerely a rarity
(Woo)
Check the sound scan, look around man
Wake up look at you Jacob, you in killer clown land
Face paint and juggalettes with bubble butts
And we rock for saditty women in the button ups
Hands down we rock harder than kiss
But rap me Kutt and Krizz
Can I get two stomps and a clap in this bitch
Nina shot to the top 'cause the plots to get rich
Tell ya executives
I'm next for this
Success it is
Yet the best for Tech, this ain't Baptist Pentecostal or Methodist
This is the beast baby
Out, I mean exodus