Tech N9ne - Big Bad Wolf lyrics

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Tech N9ne - Big Bad Wolf lyrics

Big Bad Wolf (Hook) I've got my gun on spray, So don't try to, (Pop! Pop!) Run away. Hit em with the Big Bad Wolf, 86 sick streak inside of me. (1st Verse) I'm giving em a dilemma, The coming of a k**a, The phantom of all n***as who wanna be Nina, But listen, I k** a b**h in a vision of Milli-Vanilli, Motherf**ers who's being murdered by the Big Bad Wolf Computerism, I'll give em a... Push. Ripped you and your mocking crew, What you gonna do when I pop at you? Glock at you? Fill em with the venom, Who the f** are you Talking to? Betray me? You crazy! The Keyser Söze: Kevin Spacey. n***as hate me, Can't face me, b**hes like Cagney and Lacey, Basically, You can't ace me. I put that on school is Lil Tracy, Ya better mace me, Cause I'ma f** up a n***as career, If you think you trying to bite me, Taste me; Listen to me. Like guerilla monsoon, I'ma a wolf, So I howl at the motherf**ing moon. I can smell a Rotten fella, Cotton dwella; Hella Props to the jella, My n***a Loom. Two little pigs, n***as who wanted to be the Big Bad Wolf, Tecca Nina clone. That's why this little piggy hit the carpet, And the other little piggy stayed home, Chrome. Huff and I'll puff, And I'll blow that f**ing mic down and stuff. Hit me with a silver bullet and get it outta me, cause a weak bullet is only a mini-technicality, Follow me n***a, If you gotta be "Nina" to get a bigger salary motherf**er, Then bust flows, Like Joe's, Or like those, Who make relish, And throw Midwest blows at foes. Take another look, You ain't off the hook, You been peeking in my book, n***a look. Take another look, You ain't off the hook, You been peeking in my book, n***a look. Take another look, You ain't off the hook, You been peeking in my book, n***a look. You're being a b**h as in Brooke, You're nothing but a crook, So you n***as can't f** with the Big Bad Wolf. (Hook) I've got my gun on spray, So don't try to, (Pop! Pop!) Run away. Hit em with the Big Bad Wolf, 86 sick streak inside of me. (2nd Verse) You thought you built yo rhyme, Outta some brick. Tech N9ne, Blew em away like sticks. Let's find, Who got the way tight licks. I bet mine, You'll get em cause they like this, The real sh**, Mama Mia, Disagree-a, I really rather see a, Than be a, Cause when a n***a flowed what he wrote, Sorry, That's all folks! Ah-Ba-Dee-Ah-Ba-Dee-Ah-Ba-Dee-Ah! You little n***as, You can't f** with the wolf, you a devil with hooves and d**h books. Came to a Tech N9ne show and got took, By the lyrical anghellical voice that shook. Satan, the lord rebukes ya, The power of Christ compels you, To get the 'Haff' away from the 'Ish'. I'm spitting; you're losing, I'm sorry to tell you, Who the man now? Who the man now? Motherf**er You a student, put ya hand down! Trying to growl like a wolf, Trying to pop like a Tech N9ne, Little n***as, You can't peck mine. I'ma hairy motherf**er with whiskers, And I flips a, Hella script from here to Loma Vista, Kiss the, Fist of, A n***a who walks so hard on n***as like you I'll get a god damn blister. n***a, I'll huff and I'll puff, And I'll blow that f**ing mic down and stuff. Hit me with a silver bullet and get it outta me, Cause a weak bullet is only a mini-technicality. Follow me n***a, If you gotta be "Nina" to get a bigger salary motherf**er, Then bust flows, Like Joe's, Or like those, Who make relish, And throw Midwest blows at foes. Take another look, You ain't off the hook, You been peeking in my book, n***a, look. Take another look, You ain't off the hook, You been peeking in my book, n***a, look. Take another look, You ain't off the hook, You been peeking in my book, Bigga, look. You being a b**h as in Brooke, You're nothing but a crook, So you n***as can't f** with the Big Bad Wolf. (Hook) I've got my gun on spray, So don't try to, (Pop! Pop!) Run away. Hit em with the Big Bad Wolf, 86 sick streak inside of me. (Outro) I've got my gat on ya tongue, So don't try to, (Pop! Pop!) Duck and run, Cause I'ma let ya know that wolf in reverse says flow, I gotta big bad flow, And I'ma let a n***a know that I rip it, Cause I believe Six, six, triple eight, forty-six, ninety-nine three Do ya know? Big. Bad. Wolf. Smash. Chrome. Dome. Long. Gone.