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Warning, the vibrations of this musical composition may cause damage when played on inadequate speakers. If your system is not up to par, play this at high volume at your own risk. Strange Music will not be responsible for any damages that may occur during your action of playing this song. This Salva and Brodinski collaboration contains low bass frequencies that may have an alarming effect on your mechanoreceptors. These lyrics by Tech N9ne may cause rioting, stay safe Bass hit (Yeah), face kick (Ayy), all around the world they played it 'ello mate, wasted, run up on the stage, go ape shit Kickitеr desu, ore wa kore wa sorе wa are wa kare wa Kickiter desu, maji te nani, kick it like Jackie My healthy body still crave Molly (Yeah!) But I don't need no restraints and a mask And I never transported on the dolly Prolly catch me drunk A-F on a KC trolley Gee-golly, when they recognize me They pass me the buds on Collie (What?) Halloween woke up in Honolulu Everything free because I'm a guru True, go shop and wanna do blue But muscle memory is telling me su-woo-woo Chicken lasagna to chew USOs tell me if it's drama, you cue crew to put the llamas through you Colostomy bag how you gonna Poo-Poo (Go!) Woke up in a room out Vegas Gonna give Kendrick and Tyler a shout later But too many edible goodies the mouth ate up So we tried to really get in where the towel wet up Looking fly-lee, beauty by T She wanna know the answer to the question, why me? Letras de cancionesWe walking through the telly where we pay the hot fee Holy shit, lock B's with the homie YG (Woo!) I'm on the radar of every A-star In this music biz when they view this kid, they see me as a quasar Finally goin' Kamasutra crazy Doin' it like I want a future baby But I be careful where I shoot the gravy Holding the base of it like a ukulele, cheah Some of the homies, they go polygamist Offer the N9na to hit the wiz a bit I had to reject it, I'm not to give her this Respect'll cut off the horny, the nigga shit Woke in the Caribbean and smokin' the therapy in the ocean, is there a reason to give a hit? To folk wit' a pair of heathen with liver lips? I broke from the terror leavin' I sizzle it Ari-zona, bag is packed Backstage passes Cactus Jack (That's right) I'm so gung-ho, ask for tracks 'Cause I know I got the racks (Yes!) Dip the disk, the way bosses Get the chips and stay cautious Dip the strippers, bay tossed it A lip to give like I'm Chick-fil-A sauces I save 'em, you no longer privy to The way I pop up in places that Iggy do Woke up in Australia, the city to pop and hop and got me shrooming at Sydney zoo (Sydney zoo) Bass hit (Yeah), face kick (Ayy), all around the world they played it 'ello mate, wasted, run up on the stage, go ape shit Kickiter desu, ore wa kore wa sore wa are wa kare wa Kickiter desu, maji te nani, kick it like Jackie My last show at Red Rocks, twelve-thousand people (Yeah!) Seven-hundred-fifty extra (Yeah!) Everybody there to greet you (Yeah!) 'Cause what I spit is burn, and with the quickness, sir Some jealous visitors, bitches were kickiter (Yeah!) Pass out on Caribou Lou, that's because Kaliko makes 'Terra Bou Lou' You, that drink, I'm fair 'cause you spew 151, okay, there was the true 'Bou do One place I dare you to view, Nova Scotia, Canada weather moves you Screw, find someone shoutin' poo poo I was chased by a sex-crazy pair of cuckoos (Aahh!) Daughter wanted me to meet her milf Married woman with the cheater guilt Never did get this leader milk I ran away trucking 'cause I could tell they were Peterbilt No way I give her the God (No!) Nosey hoes, we don't deliver the rod (No!) Kickiter watching from afar with Mr. Marcus shot a porno named the Wizard of Oz (Wow!) Center stage ripping hit for hit (Yeah!) Been this pay with the sicker spit (Yeah!) Renegade, sip this wicked shit (Yeah!) Lemonade mixed with distillate (What?) I make party, I'm the caca Hit your town, I want that za-za Never seen a chupacabra But I saw my sold out venue in Moskva I think Adina Howard I wanted to— never-mind Yeah that's a wrap From Letras Mania