Strangeulation II

Written by：Tech N9ne Collabos

Prayin' at 1212 for hell felon to sell

And slept on a bed of nails like nothing I've ever felt

Ghost in a shell was molded with other demons

As if I needed some help or a host

To preserve the heathen

Got it my brain is rotted I swear

To God that I'm not it

I'm set to go to the gallow as soon as

The rope is knotted

I ain't highest of high then the hydra have used adrenaline

Came in the cypher clean still smelling

Like putrid cinnamon cinnamon

Then I'm in enemy of the state I'm straight at an angle

Stop risking and quit your b**chin' it ain't

Like I'm raping a angel

Said I was magnifique ya'll ain't f**kin' with it capiche

Not as safe as you would've thought with

The devil under your feet

They throw a shot and then sit back

And wait for some reaction

Ain't nothing to it but to do it I'm a mummy rappin'

So get to clappin' or dissin' the clan you hatin'

Listen the man is Jason and this is the Strangeulation

Stevie Stone I'm on it I'm so clever

Nobody comparing I'm better I put sh*t together

America's most elaborate rap pick ya head up huh

Small talkin'll get you wet up huh yeah

I'm ready to kill all you n**gas

The feelin' adrenaline that'll spillin' a mill

And yeah I mill' all you n**gas

Ain't even reach out they climax rather my celing on n**gas

And backin' a back I'll backhand Billy you n**gas

Get busy on n**gas this ain't no random some leakage

Stonie in the building the b**ches pull out their cleavage

The snake and the bat you see them prominent features

The species Strangeland we rain on your region huh

Meat wagon I come I be taggin' 'em

Baggin' 'em bring 'em clusters of three got three magnums

Gaggin' e'm out you pussies is still talkin'

I'm draggin' 'em out I'm tappin' 'em out

Aww sh*t they f**ked around and signed a backpacker

Smart rich handsome plus he's not a bad rapper

I'm just a little local talent

That f**ked around and made it big

Underground bully pickin' on all these famous kids

And the danger is now I'm doin' stranger biz

About to make the world forget about what a major is

Independent Powerhouse running all these cowards out

My enemies are all forgotten wishin' I would shout 'em out

And I don't want to hear a rapper harmonize unless

He thuggish ruggish Lazy Krayzie Bizzy Wish or Flesh

But maybe I'm just hatin' caus'e my black a**

Could never sing

And f**k that autotune I hope

The Futures filled with better things

And you a f**king liar if you say

You found a better team

Impossible Like trying to fit my dick inside my wedding ring

And all the bread it brings will be distributed and properly

I represent for hip hop not some f**king aristocracy grrr

I'm the Martin Scorsese of rap rap predator

Better than severin' the reverend with a jackknife

Kevin and eleven of 'em revvin' up the engines

We bubblin' up like 7 Up then when

We shoot that sh*t we eat that sh*t for din din grrr

I don't need ya f**kin' okay ah are you serious I'm okay

I'mma make you bleed like it's your period period

I eat period pussy so eating you ain't serious

What you need for me to flip

That sh*t and rip that sh*t

Like a skitzo stick that sh*t that sh*t

Like a automatic pistol grip

No I created this fast rap I'm past that

I put a gat in that asscrack and blast that

I'm light years ahead of 'em might use the head of 'em

I lose then you can keep the breadcrumbs

Grrr my n**ga I'm a carnivore

Ready for any kind of war any kind of score