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[Intro]

[Verse 1: Tech N9ne]

Chest out, ten toes down

Left routes been shown now

Tech shouts, them foes frown

Next bout, you stretched out, we test clout when in yo' town

Ex'd out, full of debt doubt cause the best house we hold ground!

Better run now, don't come around my way

Gonna be dumbfound when the gun sounds cause sun down is my day

Meaning I don't sleep, but yo food yes I'm gon' eat, alone peep

Anybody tryna get the grown seat better gone, it's gonna be a long week!

(Rah, rah, rah!) That's what they talkin' a lot of em bumpin' they chops

But they can never compare to the winner, they simply be giving me something to knock

I slay wack, just play back my hits

So you better stay back on this great track cause I made that my bitch!

You wantin' this, I'm on a mission too

So you ain't gonna get what you wanna get, this one I'm kickin' through

Hit they mama, quit the trauma, hid dishonor gets to shoot

If you want a bitch, a ton of shit cause I'ma hit your crew

Bout to knock you out yo' skin, go in body, then I'ma go chin

Place yo' bet, you gonna hate the Tech

Cause I'ma break yo' neck, we ain't no kin

Dreams and hopes will be broken when that flow spin

I'ma fo' sho' sin, level headed when the rebel get it

Heavy metal fetish when I go in!

[Chorus: Tech N9ne]

PLAY BALL!

SLAY ALL!

[Bridge: Godemis]

War paint on my mean mug

Accolades, I got dumb clout

Back to back I run mad laps

When the sun's down or the sun's out

Sara Jay on my side arm

Y'all ain't tryna see me with guns out

With mo anger, that's no-brainer

So y'all niggas better run routes!

[Verse 2: UBI]

I heard something 'bout

Anybody can get it, I'm with it

I'm coming for Sun's crown

When I hit him he done after one count

Yeah I'm living, I love it, my lungs loud

When I come from the scrummage

The scrimmage, I did it, I done it like what now

We could put up some butter and do it no stutter

But put up or shut up your bum mouth!

Now it's your move, took a chump out, I'm so old school

Yeah, say hi to my little friend

Kill 'em with the pen, make the dynamite go boom!

Talk about big balling, and it may seem like I'm stalling

When I'm staring outta that wall and

Bombing like Babe Ruth when I call it

Yes y'all it, and my bet's all in, heck nah, never let y'all win

In the game, everything a test to check

To see who can really hang like a net, all in

Come and train with the Ces, yeah

It's no thing little bunny, I can bang with the best in the biz

You better be saving all of your breath for the gym

Gotta run until there ain't nothin' left in the lid bruh, let's get it in

You heard me, chewed 'em up, I'm done early

Suited up in my jersey, feelin' like who or what can come serve me

Y'all too corrupt to come prove to us your kung-fu

You suck, you're unworthy, dirty like Harry makin' my day

Tell 'em I come to slay when I play, break!

[Chorus: Tech N9ne]

PLAY BALL!

SLAY ALL!

[Verse 3: Godemis]

K-I-M, and I kill shit

You could say that I slay turds

DIB and I K-I-S, y'all L-A-F and those eight words

On my D-O-B I was D-O-A, but I came up out of that coma homie

ODB, I take no T-O, I'm like Oscar Meyer with no bologna

Killer and I'm dealin' 'em, I'm wavy

Sinner in the center of a stadium, ya numb

And now I go gorilla for real, uh, fuck I'm off the wall for real, uh

And I'm an inaudible offense as often as needed

Y'all slower than molasses, run screen passes, Weeden

Ya get hit with a blitz, boy

Just for thinkin' that they couldn't catch this

And when I run a muck, I'm puttin' numbers up

Go and take you a look at my stats bitch

My contract's got no cap, and the money is under the mattress

I stay high like A.I, what the fuck are we talkin' bout, practice?

[Chorus: Tech N9ne]

PLAY BALL!

SLAY ALL!