Artist: (Tech N9ne) f/ Brotha Lynch Hung, Godemis, Murs Album: Dominion Song: Bacon Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com [Godemis] Yeah, huh I ain't lookin for a co-sign, bro say we okay Killer and I'm in no time, and get away so okay No heroes, I slayed 'em, they countin sheep in that dirt nap And they were unaware that I slayed 'em 'til I sprayed 'em with my worst raps My first raps went spam sammy with a grab bag of that been dope Didn't realize back then when I was gettin it in with my kinfolk Revvin up to go head to gut with no bread to cut, gotta collect a check Can't complain in this dirty game, it ain't entertainin, no disrespect Humble enough but what the fuck's up? We R to the A to the W uncut You really think you're fuckin with us numb nuts? Never pull a trigger hit a nigga with gun bust Nonviolent, I'm nonviolent, my Holy Bible got bombs by it Pencil in, I get it in my friends, and then I exit out of my PalmPilots Swear to God I'm hella odd, I got it, smokin in the Shire like a Hobbit Kamikaze plane became a rocket, life's a bitch I named Lorena Bobbitt Rules are made to be broken, nonetheless I never see none breakin King slid, do everything big, this king pig and nigga we go bacon! [Chorus: Murs] Now this little piggy went to market And this little piggy stayed home But these three pigs right here had a bright idea So they picked up the microphone And the other little pigs got mad cause them niggaz got hot and they spot got taken We said "First of all we ain't concerned with y'all" So we burnt 'em all and went bacon [Brotha Lynch Hung] Everybody wanna be all up in it Wanna-bes wanna shiver when they in front of me Cause I put 'em in a bad situation That average I'm bakin 'em up in a apron And I got a lot of food on my plate, I can't call it Drinkin problem, see I'm a rapaholic I'ma get particular vehicular homicide describes me They say I got acid in my IV I'm back, why me? Travis knows I'ma get a little grimy, twist the weed 'Til my eyes like Chinese, this the B.L.H. And I never been sleep with a cellmate Trust me, put it out in a cell grate Back now, fans wanna tailgate I'm connected, smell the essence achin And hella nigga we go bacon! [Chorus] [Murs] Now I'm the kid from Mid City I like fat asses and big titties Got a bad bitch in her mid-fifties Like to drop it low and pop a thizz with me I'm a weird dude, I'm into weird shit Got a long dick and my beard thick That mean I rap good and I'm from the hood I know them wack niggaz don't wanna hear this I'm fearless, like last night Dropped in on a 30-foot half-pipe Hit a 50-50 grind and was even more excitin cause I did it while ridin on a flashlight Better act right or get your shit sprayed Don't bring that wack rappin over this way Hitters still no suave for the sensei So I don't go bacon, I go tempeh! [Interlude: Murs] And that, and that's, like veggie bacon nigga It's like, tempeh is veggie I don't, I don't eat pork bro But, y'all get the fuckin point man Me, Lynch and Godi, uh, Strange Music Yeah, fuck y'all We don't go, we go bacon [Chorus]