Bad Season

[Verse 1: Tech N9ne]

Everything was supposed to be all Jesus

Come ease us we really need to be free from evil deeds

Plus negros, hide in thee weeds waiting to see us

And we bust then they will bleed trying to seize us

Bad season, I'm ready to trip for that reason

How your beefin gonna last when your ass vegan?

I ask trees when cash is fast, and weed then gonna have cheese stacks

Then trash bags will have fees then

Yes sir that's why the milli is in thee dresser

For any motha f'er wanna test for Tech will get him wetter

Step into death your ex messing with a keffer

Never let your lover get put in less than a bed with a heffer

The mags breathing, these fags freezing cause cats teased him

And they passed on that evening

I flash B's, and sag my flags revving I blast heathins

If they had me in bad season

[Chorus: Tonesha Sanders]

These things must mean bad seasons

And they must be for a reason

[Verse 2: Krizz Kaliko]

Hardly time for no hardey ha no laughter

Working them hard I can't leave no starving bastard

Pardon me if you see a star in me it startles me

And I ain't come to party but I'm always where them bottles be

I'm looking for the checks for the extra, got too many debts

And I'm trying to find the way out the [?]

Church folks telling me "god will bless ya"

I ain't trying to Busta Rhymes, difference is there calling me Besta

My season is bad but people receiving me

They party to my words but I don't think the motherfuckers is believin' me

Half the time I think my eyes are deceiving me

Fat boy that boy there keep their hands in the air

Who can told me I can nuke it (Nuke it)

Rocket 'til it's putrid (Putrid)

Articulate to prove it but motherfuckers is stupid (Okay)

Kali baby and his thang never leaving

Running out of breathe cause I'm breathing in bad season (Bitch!)

[Chorus: Tonesha Sanders]

These things must mean bad seasons

And they must be for a reason

[Verse 3: Nesto]

Ah! I think I'm out of my mind, they say I'm out of control

Tech let me go! This shit right here is a straight-jacket flow

It's nuts like pistachios, can't you tell? Lyrically I'm spraying shells

Wit my tongue, the devil's my son so I'm raisin hell

Yeah, yeah, say it twice, turn you to confetti with this machete

I'm like Freddy, you'll die dreaming like Reggie White

Oh, oh, you in town? People shook when you around

Cut, they know the owner's well connected like unibrows

Big, big, bad wolf, yeah, I came and blew it down (Pff)

This is my newest style, oh, yeah? I'm a mess

Y'all know, everyone got hard flows

Where they at? Cause I can never find them like Waldo

Click, click, blaow! At your stomach feel the pow!

Have you rollin' on the ground, bleeding pleading screaming OOOW!

Rest in peace, this a sad evenin'

Tech, Krizz and Nes will show you a bad season

[Chorus: Tonesha Sanders]

These things must mean bad seasons

And they must be for a reason