SNAP

[Intro: Tech N9ne] What the Hell is going on? Everything is going wrong Too much shit to deal with I'm ready to snap Tired of getting the short end of the stick motherfucker [Verse 1: Tech N9ne] And I'm back to the drama, yes that karma Doubled back and slapped me without armor Troubled cat snap right back torn The lovable act extracting that charm Give me a reason why this season is seizing us— sin sees enough grieving Our grim, greed in us feeds on our fans feeling us Everybody around me downs me, and it astounds me profoundly Whether they hound me or clown me, try to keep my mind calm But I keep sick soundly around me off in my town or your county Better hit that ground 'cause I found I'm a walking time bomb I feel like a fucking maniac, in public When I flip the zany act, they love it, nigga this ain't actin' Run off wit' my money, nigga this ain't happenin' When your dreamboat sails away, you just sob Get a regular job or start robbin' Crazy when losing your lady your heart hardens So I'ma keep it insane with my 30,000 dollar chain And use it as bait for niggas who hate and wanna resurrect Samhain Out of a sick nigga, with the short end of the stick I'ma stick niggas Cap peeler, you don't want me to be that when I snap, nigga [Chorus] One, two, GP's comin for you Three, four, Tech is at your door Five, six, got guns and clips Seven, eight, they sealed your fate One, two, GP's comin for you Three, four, Tech is at at your door Five, six, got guns and clips Seven, eight, they sealed your fate [Verse 2: Liquid Assassin] Fuck you I hate you, you fake think you way cool Mistakes you gon' make you gon' pay with your face too AK spray you lay you on pavement and shake you From bullets that break you and take you to angels You know I'm gon get cash, I know that you spit trash Collide with you quick crash, I box with you fist fast I'm not what you think that, I won't get the clips gats I don't hesitate to grab the gun and pop Like Tecca Nina my guns go (chyo) GP comin' through, nigga what you gon do When I come into the room, gun aimin' at you Click boom, you don't wanna see your way to the tomb When I come in with a crew, let's spray with them too Liquid Assassin, I'ma ride for mine Bitch ass nigga, I'ma die for mine I'ma grab the heat and I'ma pop the iron Put two to your chest and one to your mind Ain't nobody getting the best of me I put you through more pain than pregnancy I don't really give a damn, what sex it be Still catch a red beam, when my tech release You don't want me to even cock the clip, bro Like a toilet bowl come and drop a shit load Slide to your pad and I'm creepin' tip-toe Grip, cock back, let the clip go! [Chorus] One, two, GP's comin for you Three, four, Tech is at your door Five, six, got guns and clips Seven, eight, they sealed your fate One, two, GP's comin for you Three, four, Tech is at your door Five, six, got guns and clips Seven, eight, they sealed your fate [Verse 3: Killa C] These boys are sick, these boys are foul Wanna lay face down, just ask me how If you piss me off homie, then it's straight fuckin' over 'Cause my trigger finger's twitchin' and I'm far from sober I ain't gon' stop, it just ain't in me Even if the prison is right where they send me I'll slide right in, hollow tips in my clip Imma let them ride out, unless you give me my shit Stressin' with my Wesson, I'm gon' teach you a lesson When I come through and rob you, consider it a blessing Suck my dick, bitch, 'cause I hate you like a motherfucker At your front door, 'bout to make your mother suffer Phone cords and ropes, pistols and gauges The world wants us dead locked away in them cages We came and we conquered, we got what we wanted Years from now they'll say that your house is haunted [Chorus] One, two, GP's comin for you Three, four, Tech is at your door Five, six, got guns and clips Seven, eight, they sealed your fate One, two, GP's comin for you Three, four, Tech is at your door Five, six, got guns and clips Seven, eight, they sealed your fate