[1st Verse] 
 
You're the one nigga  
Who's a dumb nigga 
And a bum nigga 
You're a slum nigga 
Better run nigga 
When I come nigga 
With a gun nigga 
You're a bitch 
Buck you 
Never trust you  
Never loved you  
Never was you 
Imma touch you 
Imma bust you 
Imma crush you  
Mother fuck you 
That's my nigga Aaron Yates 
Style lee lee killa Norman Bates 
Holla at me like I'm ollie gates 
Imma put the milli to your face 
The nerve of ya yellin you're a murderer 
But ain't nobody ever heard of a 
Killa killa doing damage off up in suburbia 
Sinister rhyme minister 
TECH N9NE be the menace (yes, yes) 
Diminish ya finish with the dementia 
I'm the grimmest. 
I done told y'all I was comin' 
Better start runnin' 
Or bust like a cannon 
Cause Imma leave hella destruction 
Mental breakdown and famine 
I would advise you 
Not to slide through 
Cause I will oblige you 
With a rhyme flow  
That will demise you 
How can I bow down 
To a broke rapper with a foul sound? 
How can I flow rounds 
With an MC that can't chow down? 
Where would you be  
If you did'nt copy off me lil' boy? 
This type of shit that I enjoy 
I sum you up with 
Bitch flows, punk foes 
Sluts hoes, case closed 
 
[Chorus] 
 
If you ain't got shit to fuck with this 
Take that dead shit on 
And if you're bitch in the club with ass on me 
I'm gonna take that home. 
By the sinister TECH N9NE 
By the sinister, by the sinister 
By the sinister, TECH N9NE 
Vill-on y'all know me by the 
Hmm, Hmm, Hmm, Hmm, Hmm 
Hmm, Hmm, Hmm, Hmmmmm. 
Everybody say KC's in the house what 
 
[2nd Verse] 
 
Bounce, rock, skate or fight, shoot, hate 
We so chilly they call us abominable 
Everybody know we phenomenal 
Get ya' money, get ya' women 
If you're getting nothing  
Your living is comical 
Simon bar sinister 
Climbing star finisher  
Swine and lard vinegar 
Rhyming hard blimisher 
Realistic Heathenistic 
Killer with a vengence 
Breathing this shit 
Your whole facad's punkish, 
I'll make you kneel before Zod 
Biblical hits, flippable kickable spits  
Niggas with critical lyricals  
Never no mythical shit 
Step into the evil fickle abyss 
Wiggle in pittifulness  
Swivel this and get pistol whipped 
It's been along ride  
Tecca Nina just won't die ei ei ei eiya 
Better feel it when I drill it (trick) 
Real is when I kill it (Mitch) 
Hit it hit it 
Never ever tell a millimeter killer  
Quit it, Bitch! 
 
[Chorus] 
 
[3rd Verse] 
 
Off the hook, stalking in clubs 
Tossing em' walkin' in blood 
Barking that rogue dog shit 
Dirty devils better hold yaw lips 
Nina ripping, ill beast flows 
Yeah we know it will reach gold 
Platinum, feel these flows 
Comin' off of kill creek road 
Say my name five times  
TECH, TECH, TECH, TECH N9NE 
I will appear in your mirror  
Thru your chest ripping out your spine 
Hungry like an Ethiopian 
Living off the blood in your veins 
Alias Donny Kevorkian 
Never were you ready for the pain 
What do ya get 
When you cross TECH  
With a hard ass track? 
Innovative, twisted 
Psycho, thugged out 
What do ya get  
With Rock, Will, Phlaque and Dynomack? 
Nitwits, misfits, sick shit, Nnutt Howze 
What do ya get 
When you cross tech with a fine bitch in the club? 
KY, bou lou, motel, sextime. 
What do you call a rappin' ass  
Rogue dog villain pretty mother fucker? 
Donny Quest, Azmo, Sinister TECH N9NE 
 
[Chorus] 
 
TECH N9NE's in the house