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Big Bad Wolf
(Hook)
I've got my Gun on spray, so don't try to (Pop! Pop!)
Run away Hit em with the big bad wolf 86 sick streak inside of me
(1st Verse)
I'm giving em a dilemma
The coming of a killer, the phantom of all who wanna be "Nina" But listen
I kill a b*tch in a vision of "Milli-Vanilli"
Motherfkers who's being murdered by the big bad wolf
Computerism I'll give em a Push
Ripped you and your mocking crew, what you gonna do when I pop at you, glock at you
Fill em with the venom Who the fk are you talking to?
Betray me? you crazy! The kind of souls say Kevin Spacey
hate me, cant face me girls like Cagney and Lacey, basically You can't ace me
I put that on school is the Lil Tracey, ya better mace me, cause I'ma fk up a career
If you think you trying to bite me, taste me; listen to me
Like guerilla monsoon I'ma a wolf, so I howl at the motherfking moon
I can smell a rotten fella, cotton dwella; hella props to the jella, my nigg* loom
2 little pigs who wanted to be the big bad wolf Tecca Nina clone
That's why this little piggy hit the carpet and the other little piggy stayed home
Chrome Huff and I'll puff And I'll blow that fking mic down and stuff
Hit me with a silver bullet and get it outta me, cause a weak bullet is only a mini-technicality Follow me nigg*
If you gotta be "Nina" to get a bigger salary motherfker
To bust flows like Joe's or like those who make relish and throw midwest blows at foes
Take another look, you ain't off the hook, you been peeking in my book nigg*, look
Take another look, you ain't off the hook, you been peeking in my book nigg*, look
Take another look, you ain't off the hook, you been peeking in my book nigg*, look
You being a b*tch as in Brooke, you're nothing but a crook
So you can't fk with the big bad wolf
(Hook)
I've got my Gun on spray, so don't try to (Pop! Pop!)
Run away Hit em with the big bad wolf 86 sick streak inside of me
(2nd Verse)
You thought you built yo rhyme Outta some brick
Tech N9ne Blew em away like sticks
Let's find Who got the way tight licks I bet mine You'll get em, cause they like this
The real s**t Mama Mia Disagree-A I really better see a. Then be a
Cause when a nigg* flowed what he wrote, sorry
That's all folks Ah-Ba-Dee-Ah-Ba-Dee-Ah-Ba-Dee-Ah
You little You can't fk with the wolf, you a devil with hooves and death books Came to a Tech N9ne show and got took. By the lyrical anghellical voice that's shook
Satan, the lord rebutes ya The power of Christ compels you
To get the "Haff" away from the "Ish"
I'm spitting; you're losing, I'm sorry to tell you
Who the man now? Who the man now?
Motherfker You a student, put ya hand down
Trying to growl like a wolf Trying to pop like a Tech N9ne
Little nigg*, you can't peck mine
I'ma hairy motherfker with whiskers and I flips a hella script from here to Lamaviska
Kiss the fist of a nigg* who walks so hard on like you, I'll get a godd*mned blister nigg* I'll huff and I'll puff And I'll blow that fking mic down and stuff
Hit me with a silver bullet and get it outta me, cause a weak bullet is only a mini-technicality Follow me nigg*
If you gotta be "Nina" to get a bigger salary motherfker
To bust flows like Joe's or like those who make relish and throw midwest blows at foes
Take another look, you ain't off the hook, you been peeking in my book nigg*, look
Take another look, you ain't off the hook, you been peeking in my book nigg*, look
Take another look, you ain't off the hook, you been peeking in my book nigg*, look
You being a b*tch as in Brooke, you're nothing but a crook
So you can't fk with the big bad wolf
(Hook)
I've got my Gun on spray, so don't try to (Pop! Pop!)
Run away Hit em with the big bad wolf 86 sick streak inside of me
(Outro)
I've got my gat on ya tongue, so don't try to (Pop! Pop!) Duck and run
Cause I'ma let ya know that wolf in reverse says flow
I gotta big bad flow and I'ma let ya nigg* know that I rip it, Cause I believe
Six, six, triple eight, forty-six, ninety-nine three Do ya know
Big Bad Wolf Smash Chrome Dome Long Gone