Bumbell

Tech N9ne (Yukmouth)
Regime killas, ah
What the deal
(It's that lethal)
What's poppin
Regime in this motherfker for the one nine nine twist b*tch
(Uh, that regime s**t)
Regime s**t, yeah
(Done deal, bumbell)
New millenium rhymers nigg*
(What, Tech a nina)
The bumbell
Where the fk you at
(Up in this b*tch)

Yukmouth (Tech N9ne)
Uh, what uh, introducin two of the regime's finest
(Regime) Tech a nina
And Smoke a Lot himself
(Smoke a lot, bumbell)
Let's serve these with the straight shh, uh nigg*
(In your back b*tch)
fk that, I'm tired of not being of the bungalow s**t
This bumbell for you nigg*

Yukmouth
It's bumbell bumbell, that's straight rapid fire
That override your ampliphiers and the woofers
Your bass tube hook ups shut the fk up with wires cooked up
stash my tape like gats in the bushes, it's that lethal
It'll probably have you killing people, for real
Cops say it's illegal to have a Yuk tape in your possesion
keep going to jail for 11, 350's and 211's
187's, concealed weapons, all the above
Tear the fkin club up with my nigg* what

Tech N9ne
That Tech N9ne nigg*, lyrically blind on the grind
All the time you will find I spiritually define nigg*, rhyme killa
I'm the purer from Missour-a
Quick when I rip s**t trip this animalistic, fk Ace Ventura
By the power of my dead I'ma ride this like a rollercoaster
Ain't nobody fkin with my I'm the killa representin Cosa Nostra
So bust like you're supposed to
We guaranteed this gon sell cuz this s**t's the bumbell nigg*

Chorus: (Tech N9ne) X 2
(Ba bum)
This s**t is heated (Ba bum)
Your s**t's deleted (Ba bum)
And when you need it (Ba bum)
We drunk and weeded
As long as this rap s**t sells
Us with figures we keep releasin the bumbell

Yukmouth
b*tch I can make ya ?ven? (Ba bum)
Make ya ?land? (Ba bum)
Make the fans (Ba bum)
Gang related dance (Ba bum)
I can make the hood (Ba bum)
Make your ?Kim Wood? (Ba bum)
Make your stereo (Ba bum)
Make calico (Ba bum)
They dumpin on us, clunk clunk go the trunk
Grab the pump, bang my s**t when you in the mist to funk
Or get s**t crunked
When s**t jumps, I'm the theme music
Like thorazine, the fiends cling to it
I didn't mean to do it
The music made me do it, it made me loose it
Got my mind playin tricks
Now my nine can't stop sprayin s**t
Until the nigg* lay in a ditch
And when I played this s**t it blew my speakers out
Looked out the window I saw dope fiends and tweakers out in the
middle of the street doing the electric slide, you shoulda peeped it out
It got me geeked out, hustlin makin scrilla
After every word I got to say nigg*
Like what's up nigg*?
Let's smoke this blunt nigg*
Oh, yesterday got caught, got fked up nigg*
You bumpin Yuk nigg*?
Oh that's the bumbell

Chorus X 2

Tech N9ne
We're now listening to the sounds of Tech N9ne
I don't need no medication, I just packs my crispy flows
Endo, rum and fornication, jammed up for y'all filthy hoes
That nigg* named Tech N9ne is a motherfker on Gang Related
Hater's gotta respect mine or the next time get strangulated
Rap A Lot summoned me, I told em that I had a gun in me
Loony as a nigg* wanna be, kindly get the fk from front of me
Sleepin with a black cat in my lap, spliitin poles daily
Under a lot of weight and on a bus on a broken mirror don't faze me
They say Tech when I rap you wouldn't be alive
fk that, I got lettin em go for tweleve five, bumbell's live
We bringin heat to the game, deep when we came
fked up and put they feet to the flame
Got that (ish) if you want it, gives a (uff) I'm a flaunt it
That (haaaa) got thinkin I'm hunted, the bumbell

Chorus X 2

Tech N9ne (Yukmouth)
Yeah (Live and direct)
KC meets Oakland, Oakland meets Houston, a killa mixture
(Bumbell) Bumbell (What)
Tech N9ne (Regime s**t)
Ish, uck, nigg*
What you wanna do
Regime crew
Like that nigg*
Me and Yuknouth up in this motherfker puttin this s**t in your back
For the one nine nine twist
You know what I'm sizzlin?
You know what I'm sizzlin?
You know what I'm sizzlin?
Regime killas!
(Thugged out, Yukmouth)