lirik lagu axe rifle - speed of sound
[verse 1: tech n9ne]
i be comin’ like a autobahn i’m murderin’ everything
i’m a k!lla 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
n-gga
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 tw-t in your kitchen
not the guap i pop without an admission
hailing from missouri, you can smell out the h-ll 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 ninna 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: axe rifle]
ok i’m gonna pick up the pen and write
i’ll k!ll you in a venomous fight
with your throat sliced
with the same knife that i used twice
before i kidnapped
and threw him in my bas-m-nt with no light
let’s see how that b-tch can shine bright!!
let’s reelect obama
before i miss george bush f-cking osama
don’t even think of voting for mitt rommy
because he’s a h0m- f-g like
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 bl-w j-b from
sorry if i sound like a random f-ggot
at least i’m not g-y like
now i’m gonna -ss-ssinate him with my magic (now)
he’s causing all this mother f-cking tragic
let’s have a contest cause my d-ck is the longest
now i’m gonna make him cry
i hope my rap makes him die
this sh-t 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
now i’m checkin’
i’m c-ckin’ 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 b-tch hoppin’
after i stuck my c-ck 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: axe rifle]
guess who’s m-th- f-cka 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 f-cking run cause your gonna be dead
i don’t care if i’m loud
(shut the f-ck up)
catch me and techanina in the speed of sound!
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