S.I.M.O.N. Says

[Verse 1: Tech N9ne] Simon say I can make a grip if I load up this clip And empty off in a mother, if I want to get paid Ain't no games to be played Scarface I watch on a daily basis Smokin laces Goin different places Stickin milli' in they faces No cases Lucky me 'Cause Simon said I'm gonna live through the shoot of sellin' Big buddha Blunts big enough for a pharmaceutical distributor Pimp you tha Go down on how many words demanded me And Bakari, Evil Ward, PKW I ran this My shit was landed Playa vision was my decision Fuckin' school 'cause my teachers a fool for followin' rules When I make that run, when I make that sound when I pop that gun Leaving demons numb Releasing feces, piss and cum Damn, my future's looking manic, satanic, forces ran it Damn it, I'm in a frantic state of panic And it don't matter none to me 'cause Simon got my head I'm mentally dead And I'll pump you full of lead Just 'cause Simon said [Chorus: Charmelle Cofield] Simon says Sex, indica, money, obsession, neglect Oh yeah Simon says [Verse 2: Tech N9ne] Bitches, Biancas, and Biatchresses, it's all the same Simon says he already equipped me with hella game Paid me for these small deeds And get Nathan, but I'll run up in it, all creeds, planting the seeds He said I can stick it with no protection I know flection, with a ho with no J on my erection It's not a God call, hittin' this fraud wall, I'm just an oddball Running back and forth in Todd Hall All, these bitches, swingin' on my inches Thinkin that they gettin' white picket fences, on my expenses Simon said no worries Hakuna Matata, but my dick is heated like an enchelotta Its gettin' hotta Nobody move, nobody get burned Bullshit if I'm on Flex, I guess then I'm on it when I get dressed with the latex I bone it But I don't dumb Niggas like me end up dead fucked up naked head Just because Simon said [Chorus: Charmelle Cofield] Simon says Sex, indica, money, obsession, neglect Oh yeah Simon says Simon says Sex, indica, money, obsession, neglect Oh yeah Simon says [Verse 3: Tech N9ne] Sex, indica, ooh, money, obsession, neglect That's what S.I.M.O.N means But I heard this voice say, "Hey Tech, what about your dreams?" Fuck that dreamin' and do this dirt, said that Si-ah-mo-in You gotta act like you want to be livin' fat like a Samoan Caught up in listening to Simon This time I chose to kick rhymes Get mine, the big times waitin' for me Was tryin' to get signed Witness hearin' my mom's got a record deal with Jimmy Jam and Terry Louis Prospective then my shit bomb BOOM, in the face, I'm on the paper chase Simon said he couldn't believe I resorted to rhymin' Get your shit together No time for relaxin' Time to go back to poppin' your 9 milli jackson So what, I'm stuck, but, I'm hearing voices saying fuck that nigga named Simon Get with a nigga named Diamond And now, a nigga from the MidWest Is 'bout to have these Biancas hearing me widespread Fuck what Simon said [Chorus: Charmelle Cofield] Simon says Sex, indica, money, obsession, neglect Oh yeah Simon says Simon says Sex, indica, money, obsession, neglect Oh yeah Simon says Simon says Sex, indica, money, obsession, neglect Oh yeah Simon says