Where's My Head At?

[Intro: Tech N9ne] Tech N9ne and Grewsum We're not one dimensional We're three dimensional You know what I'm sizzling? We boldly go where no motherfucker would ever go You know what I'm sizzling? That's what we do baby Tech N9ne! [Verse 1: Grewsum] Everybody got a misconception of the shit that I've been doing I'm catching the glaze out of their eyes when I'll be riding through it They're hoping I'll fail and maybe die For rhymes that I'll been spewing They're sick of wickedness other Than the business that I'm pursuing But they can all stare, all day at my ball beard Because of the way they single me out it's not at all fair It's because I got a love for violence And I'll never gave a fuck and I cannot be silenced Apparently I ain't doing it right Whenever they hear Grew on a mic Get's speaking in tongue while I'm sticking my dick in some shit That's infected but doing it tight Flipping the rectum just isn't a minute That's probably something that you really like I could just give in and live how you live But me? I'm resistant and choosing to fight So all of them talking lips, oh God, can all be zipped I'll show em what darkness is And welcome em to thee apocalypse If they wanna bark at this I'm turning em all into carcasses You represent normal shit, I'll just do me and y'all be sick [Hook x2: Grewsum] My wicked shit's a little bit different and I guess that They're looming at me, but there's not in me against that Wide eye pondering, why the fuck I just said that? Looking at me wondering "where the fuck is my head at?" [Verse 2: Tech N9ne] Ain't I've ever been treated as an equal People are lethal, this war prevails around evil Born different, daddy's sword the liquid down tore Deliverance found the cord and it's revising war To Maude Kalifah from it’s naughty urethra And that started the creature, but in a heart he's a preacher So this made me good and the bad due a head-on collision And this means I'm radical with my ideas and decisions I don't fit it, cause I don't kiss no ass to get in But I’m slightly psycho with these rhymes I'm spitting, written But my appearance, makes it hard for my music They say it's dark and they choose To get way apart cause they lose it Radio wax legal, they say that I'm dope but my raps evil And say I won't appeal to black people But I'm a nigga plus a strange nigga But fame give-a so much pain, feel like they wanna hang me-lla Fraudulent gangsters thank God that I ain't cha All you Broads are in danger, I put a Slipknot up and hang ya Cause it's a sad fact, you amateurs really tryna dead rap At least in Grewsum and Ninna's head's at [Hook x2: Grewsum] [Verse 3: Grewsum] You see the way I am, but what did you expect from me? I’m next to SEVEN-X to get my checks, so rest in peace Oh yes, I recommend you, let me in, now let me speak I came to set a trend with Tech and nem so let's just see How far I'm willing to go to get my scrilla or bread stacks I'm not your average, where is my cabbage on my head at Who's like a savage, it's established you's against that Then let’s attack ‘em, body bag 'em to contest that Get on a level with devilish mind Check em and wreck em attack em with N9ne Yes I dissect them and sever their spine Just to protect what I said in my rhymes Stop! Midwest invasion, of the best you best to praise em Better get with the next sensation Better yet, what you said meant Nathan To me or anyone that I've ever met with a hot spit You want me hate, what you can't be, because you not shit So keep that no sense, to yourself or get bomb threads Step on the way where your grandmoms at Homie I know that you cause that [Hook x2: Grewsum]