Tech N9ne - Mizery lyrics

Mizery From the beginning n***a.. Its all Jesus..jeah.. Tech N9ne!! and my n***a Macc James... Heh heh heh heh heh heh... Straight bringin that mizery, mizery.. *Chorus* Mizery when I see enemies, n***as be Kennedies (?) Homicidal tendencies got mitch bade n***as on bended knees Could it be that a n***a wanna bang 'cause I'm runnin with the gang that'll give a n***a pain, me and Macc James givin these b**h n***as a taste of Mizery Give em Mizery(ry) b**hes get with me (me) Got my n***a M-A-C (C) Gonna bring em mizery (TECH) I'm high, yall drunk..I love bud..bout to hit em with anotha hit up out of the Mizery n***a, n***a what! My murderous n***as heard of this verb that I serve in this sssssh**..I sh**s word into the curb with this isssh (haaaf) Mystic, might be twisted but b**h we got the sh** gifted, Mizery n***a, so what you givin me n***a, Nothin but witchery n***a, millimeter's the k**a, Bow down to a n***a right now for the sound, hold up, n***a came to the club and he found us, ???? tryin to down us, I don't want that n***a Vell up around us.. You the Holy Temple bandit, n***a I'm a k**a on candy, Tecca Nina Ima be the omega believe I m that Bomb that landed on your set 'cause you call me Satan, When I look at you I see skull chips dipped in ranch dressing, lemon chicken with a side of intestines, Induced vomiting backwards digestion, Torn ligaments with Ragu, garlic salt's meshin, Enormous hole in the ozone to affect my complexion, Frontal lobes fried in Wesson, n***a like me sick no need for no medicine.. Bishop & Keen (What!) You betta believe you gotta leave Before you get a couple in ya belly.. Keena better strip in a whole nother city, Bishop keep doing songs with R. Kelly, Mentally you n***as can't even get with me I done lost everything but my k**ing spree Macc and Tech we be hotter than hickory k**in delivery, livin in Mizery.. *Chorus* (MACC JAMES) KC Mizery, leave unsolved mysteries For f**kin round wit my cheddar cheese Betta leave these G's alone before me and my n***a tech nina Hit ya home, split ya dome With the 4 chrome, make a n***a face melt like the ozone In the mind of a psycho, what goes on? Colombian necktie with no clothes on Murder show's on, in the K-Town I'm the type of n***a that'll beat yo a** down Shoot you in the face as soon as you hit the ground Hit a n***a, split a n***a, then give you a pound 32 rounds, packin extendeds, Crossin my n***as is not recommended, Tempted to put you in a life long body cast You best guard yo sh** when the shotty blast More straps than John Gotti had So sick I sleep in a body bag, Droppin bombs like Saudi Had to get low in a Lac on faulty tags Talkin trash'll get you took out Four n***as posted just to look out Get grips like fierce and have a cook out Let me show you n***as what me and the crooks bout Thievin, schemin, seein demons, Smoke so much you k** yo semen, Psychoactive human being Eyes so low I look Korean, Head steamin, funk bringin, Old school rida gangsta leanin, James & Tech N9ne tag teamin, Leavin all you f*gs bleedin..