Bitch Slap - Tech N9ne

Entering my personal space with an intent to harm may be a direct ticket down

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Not to be confused with Australia and New Zealand

This ticket is usually issued after your reaction to the bitch slap

Somebody go hit the coroner there’s been a mishap

This one’s a real altercation and no fucking diss rap

Thinkin' about phonkin' with us and you takin' a big nap

All of the drama because of the sauna

You got it because of the bitch slap

Everybody’s got an expiration date

But you running your mouth can make your date arrive faster

You come up in my circle with that other shit

I’m sure that we can help you out and take you to your master

Let’s go!

Bitch slap!

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Phonk is the condition, won’t give up submission

Wrong as fuck for hissin' at the throne that buss the clip and hush the trippin'

That a strong enough description?

You don’t listen, ya slipping!

(Slipping, slipping)

This expression doesn’t apply to women

Just the men when utterly sinnin'

Gonna be winnin' souls within ‘em when I blast those

Especially if you don’t see no kinda grinnin'

After your lip in the beginning up shit creek is where you swimmin' you asshole

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Talking all your shit, cut the crap (Cut the crap)

I don’t do the chit chat, I bitch slap (I bitch slap)

You big cap (mhm, Big cap), you big mad (Big Mad)

You need a hand but you gon' get this bitch slap (Yah)

Look me in my face, look me in my eyes (In my eyes)

Lil' Myers flow but I don’t need a knife (Knife)

These hands ain’t no joke, make a devil cry (He'll cry)

I know it’s hard for you to do, but bitch don’t kill my vibe

You can get it too, get-

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By the time you hear the truth, the streets will burn

Anyone that looking at what a suicide

Do 'em and may confirm

I betcha

Motherfucker is a prodigal landmine

In the medias, never get a number one

I’m falling down a fucking flight of stairs

Like I’m Jesus fucking Christ

Bitter is the blood of everyone who had it coming

Don’t ignore me, God you bore me with your indecisive sermons

I’m tired, tired of avoiding what must still be said

Stealing from the hands of those gathered

Show me where you stand on this matter

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Ayy yo, Tech!

Hold up!

I got something to say on this shit real quick man

Yo

At it again

Let me find out you been yapping your lips

That’s an offense

I ain’t gon' stand for this shit, I’m throwing Colin Kaepernick fits

I’ll gladly assist you and spit in your face

I’ll dismantle your tissue, the issues I bring

Are as tragic as missiles and quick to repay enemies with the pain

Is you afraid?

Prob’ly so

Bitch, I’m rowdy, and treadin' where don’t nobody go

Lining haters up, eenie, meanie, miney, moe, now he goes, adios

Then I reload the beast mode to behold the King’s throne

Get Deebo’d and be gone

If you don’t wanna get bitch-slapped, don’t leave home, nigga

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