[Tech N9ne]
IRS took all my money, I was a stupid kid
Cause I didn't pay taxes when sh** was lucrative
So I had to start over, good thing I shoot the sh**
Off enough to not take me away to do big bids
So I say that to say that I'm straight buildin
But it really hurts when the government take millions
Since I was shady had two ladies to make children
The same time when they do college you break scrillion
So you think of doin the sh** that be un-earthly
to be sure your daughter stay steady and up in Berkley
Money be the problem but other things here to curse me
Hurt my girl so much she now doin the sh** to hurt me
Wifey cheated after I did and skeeted
My life is a Red Hot Chili Pepper, I eat it
Like I'm Anthony Kiedis, I'm heated
So just like a man I resort to my penis
So check it out
[Chorus 2X: Tech N9ne]
I got a blunt (and a ho!)
I ain't 'bout to spend my whole day stuck in a funk
So I'm about to get drunk (and a ho!)
Sittin right on top of me with that incredible rump
So check it out
[Murs]
Heh, I used to have this festival called "Paid Dues"
But I never fully got paid, dude (really?)
The IRS though they think I diiiid
And now they after the kid, sh**
And I'm the only one in my household that go to work
Ain't gettin no p**y so now I gotta jerk
Feelin like a jerk and that ain't ever gonna work
Playin positive but ain't gettin none of the perks (woo!)
What to do when your I-G poppin off
Snapchat got the gym rat panties droppin off
Sayin all she want is this dick, whether it's hard or soft
Closest I been to p**y is fish sticks and tartar sauce
And I ain't tryna be no martyr boss
f**ed around and she done pissed Nick Carter off (b**h!)
This n***a Tech got me high
Now I finally got a good alibi
So check it out, I got a blunt
[Chorus]
[Ubiquitous]
I got a chick out of town always givin me stuff
She stay mad as a f** cause I don't visit enough
So she calls me to cuss, I don't know what it was
But uh, somethin that I does got 'em fallin in love
So we on the phone beefin and she cryin to me
Like "U-B-I, you be fly, but you be lyin to me"
True, she dyin to see, where I was and what happened
Studyin social media, she tryin to catch him
Bad b**h caught him off-guard with the condom off
Let her hit, now my dick feel like it fallin off
Sperm went and shot 'em off, burnin like a Molotov
Word to my mama, I'm disturbed by a lot of broads
That's word to mother son, I cut her off
Baby she make me cum a lot, but it come at a cost
I got a girl I love and I lost, we'll never reconcile
She played me like a pawn for the record, so check it out
I got a blunt
[Chorus]
[Outro: Murs]
Ohhhh man (ahhh sh**!)
Boss man, boss man I told you
I don't smoke man, you know I don't do that sh**
Ay y'all hear that? Is that my phone?
Hold up, hello?
Hey babe, oh, nah, hold on
Ay y'all, do I sound high? f**
Y'all gon' get me a divorce man, goddamn it
Hold on baby, I'll call you right back