Ya Killin' Me Lyrics

Intro (Tech N9ne)- Nigga ya came lame Trying to attain fame Making it that damn thang But Strange bringing you Samhain's reign
Trying to blame game When you in the lane you can tame on the bang mang When fame you gonna bring insane pain
Chorus- x2 (It's so easy) God sent me here to punish you (Believe me) I'm the wrong one to run into (I'm crazy) They tell me ain't nobody cold as you But you, you (Ha ha) ya killin' me!
Pill-
Thought that you was nice But I got news for ya sorta kinda A deal twice, its nice, its rights with the 49ers Pain bringer over houses You softer than Dora's pouches Smoke a Joker quicker than Batman and torture spouses
Can't believe that you ain't with me That you ain't as clean and cold as us Trench a Weed? might crank some speed but ever believe that you froze enough With the lights on You think that you tight because you got all of that ice on This the right song, because I finish beginnings as soon as they turn my mic on Yeah, but I tell ya this Fuck, it I package and mail ya this Better open this letter, ya hope its a fella? They told me to tap ya and tell ya quick (Bitch!)
This the mixture of a pistol and some liquor Wrap your mouth around this barrel Guaranteed you drop quicker (Damn!) On some Smokey shit Its Friday with the coldest bitch (poke a bitch?) [ From: http://www.metrolyrics.com/ya-killin-me-lyrics-tech-n9ne.html ] Shoulder then shoulder the dough and toe the ditch (holla at ya) Oh, my bad! I didn't know that was your bottom bitch I do this shit easy like after eating some cottage cheese
Chorus x 2
I feel vicious I bust to my meal ticket I'm up in the ill spittage I fucks with the Pill nigglets!
I'm real bitches Be walking I feel livid Even though my skrill vicious I'm painted up and still wicked
Fuck! My pen just took a big shit I don't give a fuck cuz I'm gonna rip this Everybody that called me Devil is gonna get a plague on their family Dammint its in the muthafuckin' red
Tech is sick of people's lack of acknowledgement He was rippin' before wack niggas got a scent To the reaper, the sack when ya dollas went Bustin (???) cuz I gotta vent
This industry can truly suck a booty This rap is how a snap and hack a loogie, sucka sue me Got straps right in the back, I pack it truly for ya newbies I crack ya niggas ass for acting tooty fucking fruity
Laughin' at you wannabes, Im'a hang nooses, for dudes thats useless Nigga its fucking Strange Music (Strange Music)
We bang to the boogie, don't sleep on this Stoppin' a nigga gonna eat with a beast (?) Wanna creep up on a brotha, beef ya gonna get When you rappin' niggas never gonna speak on shit!
Chorus x 2