Speed Of Sound

[Verse 1: Tech N9ne] I be comin' like a autobahn I’m murderin' everything I’m a killa with a mission to flip it I’m sick with it, give her the lip and I be itchin' to give it A wiff of the wicked I stick it with the crick and they’re diggin' it Nigga Like I said before I'mma get up and go, I get it Because I’m mr. malignant, Keepin' you riveted Livin' it polygamist sin a bit And a chick in a minute Tecca Nina be kickin' it I flow for the Middle West, go for your little neck Don’t let me get it but yo' ho — I'mma get her wet Stop and drop on top a twat in your kitchen Not the guap I pop without an admission Hailing from Missouri, you can smell out the hell in the thizzery Just remember me, bustin' deliveries and I’m makin' ‘em shivery I’m takin’ my little city to lyrical liberty [Hook: Tech N9ne] I go for the gusto don’t leave the ground, no bush to beat around All the Midwest Choppers on this track and yes we’ll weigh you down Tecca N9na with Bone everybody gets on other MC’s we are clown And we do it like a bullet from a gun or better yet the speed of SOUND! [Verse 2] Ok I’m gonna pick up the pen and write I’ll kill you in a venomous fight With your throat sliced With the same knife that I used twice Before I kidnapped goofy Mike And threw him in my basement with no light Let’s see how that bitch can shine bright!! Let’s reelect Obama Before I miss George bush fucking Osama Don’t even think of voting for Mitt Rommy Because he’s a homo fag like Hassan Maadarani Now they both found golf as a hobby Choking on that Wasabi Looking like a fool in the hotel lobby That’s what happened after you tried to rob me Now I’m in a prison getting a blow job from Mrs. Popney Sorry if I sound like a random faggot At least I’m not gay like Majed Now I’m gonna assassinate him with my magic (now) He’s causing all this mother fucking Tragic Let’s have a contest cause my dick is the longest That’s how Zeeba’s aunt died on August It wasn’t cancer It was cause she gave me a blow job faster than that little bastard Now I’m gonna make him cry I hope my rap makes him die This shit is giving me a headache That’s probably why she died on the twenty second I’m pure evil, don’t remind me that I’m not going to heaven I’m gonna kill you on August 27 Just a couple days after the twenty second Now I’m checkin' I’m cockin' Glock in Maybe that’s why we’re gonna have a serious lock in This stupid freestyle doesn’t even have a main topic (Gun shot) oops I just shot Logic Pretty soon I’ll be stoppin I’m just poppin' Well I have yo bitch hoppin' After I stuck my cock in When we finish intercourse I told her I got this And I told her to rock it Now this verse is done so that’s the end to this project!! [Hook: Tech N9ne] [Bridge] Guess who’s mutha fucka back To give u a slap on the back of the head You’ll be covered in your own blood which will be red I’m gonna shoot you with a gun with the bullets of led I’m gonna treat you like a venomous special Ed You better fucking run cause your gonna be dead I don’t care if I’m loud (Shut the fuck up) Catch me and techanina in the speed of SOUND!