Trauma - Tech N9ne

Welcome to the land of misery

Where my delivery strikes with madness

Hearts explode from the touch of the 44 blastin (Party)

By the killas from the Midwest

You can scream all you want but there’s no help

As I see your destiny into the hands of me

Black talons rippin through yo body

The sight of a bloody scene

Murder is what I fiend

For I saw the darkest hour

The clock ticks well

You feel the wrath of my power

What you gon do when all these niggas collide?

I got so many mentalities

I’ll show you outside (Deadly)

Clever kill is my fourtay

Cuttin off victim’s nipples

A murderous foreplay

Can’t even come fuck with mine

I’m more crazier than Dahmer Charlie Manson combined (One of a kind)

Diabolic

Shimbolic

Face the infernal

Evil demon

And I can make you eternal

Trauma

Brain I’mma

Inflictin pain on a

Nigga with homa-cidal

Shit me whole persona

Nervous

Lyrics at yo, service

You heard us

Murderous

Demons they comma

Which choosin like the chrome llama

Trauma

Brain I’mma

Inflictin pain on a

Nigga with homa-cidal

Shit me whole persona

Nervous

Lyrics at yo, service

You heard us

Murderous

Demons they comma

Which choosin like the chrome llama

BLAH!

An introduction to my murderous plot

I got so many wicked ways

And they start on yo block

(One)

Label you my bitch

(Two)

I let you know

(Three)

Execution

Drag you out yo do'

Nobody to witness

I call it habit

You call it a verbal sickness

Damagin with a quickness

Describe the feelin while I rip you apart

I get evil in the day but even worse after dark

(Murda)

(Murda)

Killin

It just don’t stop (Homocidal)

The 12 gauge left you opened up

Another victim called the D-E-A-D

Listen to that underground massacre terror

Seize the streets

Feel my heat (WHOOO!)

The N9ne Ameri-Killa

Got me goin

Like Donald Owens

The cannabis

Got me deep like the abyss

So I sit back relax

Warm it up like Chris

A bruised the fist

The fury

When step into me

I 8−1-6 that mothafuckin ass in Missouri

Or should I say the land of misery

Where life’s fucked up

Disguise like yo shadow when I buck ya (BLAH! BLAH!)

Trauma

Brain I’mma

Inflictin pain on a

Nigga with homa-cidal

Shit me whole persona

Nervous

Lyrics at yo, service

You heard us

Murderous

Demons they comma

Which choosin like the chrome llama

Trauma

Brain I’mma

Inflictin pain on a

Nigga with homa-cidal

Shit me whole persona

Nervous

Lyrics at yo, service

You heard us

Murderous

Demons they comma

Which choosin like the chrome llama

BLAH!

Amuart, Amuart!

Trauma, trauma!

You’s a gonna gonna

Tecca Nina like vaginas

I bring trauma

Make niggas swing on a

Ding-a-ling gonna flunda

Irritable

Formitable

Right now hit em in the middle of Rogue Dawg straight showed y’all

When I’ll be game

Anyone wanna know what’s the deal?

The simple fact is that

I’ll flip ya

Flip ya for real

I’m a jeah

But when I get rhymer block

I need some gynacock

Right after that fact I’m like a bull in a China shop

Six pluses believe it I’ll be the bomb one day

If my shit was droppin in a week today is bomb Sunday

One week to get to necrosis

Focus on music like

Mr. Holland’s Opus

Notice

(I'm)Still kickin hocus pocus

Witch craft

Whiplash

Kick ass

Rhyme flows

Sign of the times shows

So I’m not behind hoes

Devine souls

Plottin to kill all the demons

Any color many killins plenty serable peelin’s

These rappers now (I'll swallow yo soul, swallow yo soul)

This underground (I gotta explode, gotta be cold)

Nina’s bold

They couldn’t kill me if they sent Dahmer (Why?)

Demons they comin when shootin like the chrome llamma

Trauma

Brain I’mma

Inflictin pain on a

Liqour with homa

Side’ll shit me whole persona

Nervous

Lyrics at yo, service

You heard us

Murderous

Demons they comma

Which choosin like the chrome llama

Trauma

Brain I’mma

Inflictin pain on a

Nigga with homa-cidal

Shit me whole persona

Nervous

Lyrics at yo, service

You heard us

Murderous

Demons they comma

Which choosin like the chrome llama

BLAH!