Garden Snakes

[Verse 1: Killa C and Tech N9ne] The garden snakes, bitch they cannot fade us Killa C with Tech N9ne, evil and dangerous We fucking you up like it ain't no thing We smell the pain and watch your brain Slither like a motherfucker, you don't really wanna test me [?] Psycho serpant, niggas undercover [?] let's be Put them in a recipe Spightfull erges Your shit is temperary, our's is permanent We put you in the ground so you nothing but worms, shit Rhymes like weight, weight like rhymes You can get a dick and die 9 times Psyco like no other motherfucker Me and Killa C, we show no pitty for a sucker Faggets, faggets wanna try and fight me You fuckin garden snakes can't slither nothing like me [Chorus: Killa C and Tech N9ne] Snake slither, nobody better Swalloing [?] On another level, send you to the devil Swalloing garden snakes, we [?] [Verse 2: Killa C and Tech N9ne] Once my darkness falls upon ya Tech won't be fucking with no rap no longer Dedicated making sure my gats are stronger Cleaning up mama's floor, wax and [?] Garden snake bitch is the name of the single Your white T's the color of the suit of Chris Cringle Die nigga die, that's a hell of a jingle Don't try to snake Killa C and Tech El-9nio Kings on the street, kings on the stage No matter how we bring it, we bring it with rage Insane is a pain, there's no time for sleep On the reservation, they call us cheep Biggest and the baddest, the worst of the best We melt your fuckin brains, go ahead, wear a vest You can't run, and you can't hide We dump our slugs inside your mind [Chorus: Killa C and Tech N9ne] Snake slither, nobody better Swalloing [?] On another level, send you to the devil Swalloing garden snakes, we [?] [Verse 3: Killa C and Tech N9ne] It really don't matter if you're bigger, I met ya Pull the fuckin trigger, send the bullets right at ya When it's on, you will never see sunshine One time, this is mine and Tech N9ne Respect mine, when you see me, you better neal, bitch Or you'll be laying at the bottom of a ditch With the Kansas City king, and the dirty thug hustler Like the police, we rade your crib and bust ya It's inevitable, [?] meeting with the devil Put a led through your dome, you died on the level Of maddness, your family has infenet saddness Pillaging, plundering you up and ravage Stand down motherfucker, don't try to snake me Watching you die won't even fuckin faze me [?] dirty thug class You fuck with Tech N9ne, Imma murder that ass [Chorus: Killa C and Tech N9ne] Snake slither, nobody better Swalloing [?] On another level, send you to the devil Swalloing garden snakes, we [?]