Artist: Snow Tha Product f/ Tech N9ne Album: Good Nights & Bad Mornings 2: The Hangover (Mixtape) Song: You're Welcome Typed by: AZ Lyrics I mean don't think I haven't noticed I made a lot of these bitches step their game up Or wake their game up But I ain't even salty though, I mean You're welcome I'm not even gonna fuckin blame you bitches no more I'mma start blaming your CEO You just wanna move up but they gas you up Like your track's too tough then you see me flow Then all of a sudden you know that your bars chiquito Y'all be thinking I'm too busy not to see these hoes But I be letting bitches eat then I bet in a week I get back killing beats, call your PBO Send your bitches to the ward with this See I've been taking my time Spending money cuz I never had a dime I can now afford to live So I be laying back chillin' Suckin' off my prime, but lately I've been getting bored with this I wanna go back to rappin' and distort your shit And you whores that spit all this corny shit To the morgue, that they won't See you 'till you're born again Man, they have been Googleing me Cause I've been proven to be Something you wouldn't know if I leave She'll be suing your team, watchin' every move that I be Make em even, make em a beauty a beast ‘Cause I guess that I was too busy talking About cookie cutter bitches Didn't realize label heads made me A mold and started cookie cuttin' bitches! I tall em all like, you seldom Come hotter than hell come Come on Tech N9ne, now tell them They want beef then I bring to them well done They need meat, beat this, do it well done And I kill them, so now we could do the whoopin' And I pray for em, stay all on my shit That's a tear drop then you're welcome You're welcome You're welcome You're welcome Bitch [Tech N9ne] Sin came within my grim brain The way I flip, it's a fuckin' shame In pain when I spit again mane, shit I been slain but the kin name in vain Fuck a Tecca Nina them sayin' Without knowin' for sho' that he's insane Then they stumble upon that we been banging Ain't no choppin' with Tech when yo chin hangs nigga A bit of marvelous, when snow mixed with a bit of chocolate We be giving the people lyric apocalypse When they bit us, I put em deep in necropolis Quick (chyeah), real sick then I hop on this chick Plop in this slit, Tech knockin' this bitch Giving her a lot of it Droppin' this dick Oops , T.M.I. , got the all-seeing eye, never know B.M.I. nigga don't be a lie You know she and I hit a motherfuckin' nerve And gonna disturb em When given the word you deserve to be free and die Celebrating, I drink hindo Elevating, I see them fall Hella wakening, woke I been raw Have a nigga touching everything like a pinball More hell comes For frail bums Pour stale cum on your gal's tongue Or tell some scum your fell stung Poor sales, none, sure swelled em, you're welcome