Party and Bullshit

Black Walt told me if you wanna bonafide banger You gotta start with a hard ass kick and a snare Add some dope ass music around and a hard MC and you got it [Verse 1: Tech N9ne] Every night, it seem like we celebrating birthdays (hoooooo!) Cause rappin on planet Earth pays Smelling like versè, or is it Versace? You got me sloppy from popping this oxys and shots of sake, copy All you ladies in here, I am sharing wood I just, wanna lay between ya and ram square into it Cause, when it come to women, your man Aaron's good I done been inside-a more woman than planned parent hood I got more bottles, than new born babys, for youporn ladies I want you drink up till you horn crazy and rape me 'Till I'm lazy and achey, wanna get shady and tape me? Okay baby lets say we tape me inflating your trakey Im just partying I ain't letting the tool spit I ain't tryan have you haters layin below the pool pit 40 acres and mule sit, in my garage with a cool kit Eat, drink and be merry man and miss me with all that bullshit Ain't not telling how drunk and high you'll get [Hook: Krizz Kaliko] (x2) (Hey hey) We party and bullshit Booze it with floosies (hey hey) And that's how we do's it Not the Biancas we choosing Everybody lose it, listenin' to our music [Verse 2: Big Ben] And they like, and they like, yup do that thing you do (I am) What you mean? baby gurl I need some liquor too Aye, she need a picture too, Big Ben she want a picture too Im F-L-Y, so why not? We can flick a few (fuck yea) Knock the lenses out my frames and start the ruckus (yes) So when I scream through the scene you kno you niggas finna crush it Max out on swagga, not your ordinary rapper But I do my thing extra, like no ordinary madness (Gotya) Keep that smooth movement so proper They keep choosin on ya dude cuz I be's all about my dollas On the baddest bitch swaggin through, its not a big deal Shit I receive more tongue then a double stacked thizz pill Its real, what you say you lose the crew and (e)scape with me No need to slow it down you let them other suckas pace the speed, dig it? (yep) Fuck it, I'mma party like a trap star And probably get my ass thrown out for going that hard Aye, Aye [Hook] (x2) [Verse 3: Shadow] Yo, your flow missed me, buy vodka, get pissy Roll with Tech N9ne, bear arms and get grizzly Everready, a Killer, that flow's Anghellic Storytelling and battle-rapping, who can't sell it? Should I speed it up? Nah, I'mma keep it strange My inner voices told my outer voice to be deranged The devil on my shoulder got a devil on his back Who told him everytime I see Biancas give her ass a smack I need a bunk rock, fresh pair of sucker duckers It's a party, I'm bullshittin' with muh'fuckas Shadow fly, look at bitches with a crooked eye Battle me? I think your favorite rapper rather die Who you know can spit a flow this clean? My notebooks to 10th grade, I got so many 16's Please, I got a lot of hard tones That'll fuck up your view of The View like Star Jones Y'all clones, my style is the original Half you wack rappers just epitomize pitiful But me? Spittin' classic is a ritual I stopped liking rap when the lying got habitual I'm sick of you, the streets turned me to a sentinel I'm so not Common, but I still see the bitch in you (So guess what) Shit, can't nobody out-rhyme me So Tech, call Trav right now and tell him sign me [Hook] (x2) [Outro: Tech N9ne] Yeah.. Throw your cups in the air if you're drunk like me Yeah.. Tech N9ne, Big Ben, Shadow, X-rated vodka and Sprite, boy