Artist: Tech N9ne f/ Brotha Lynch Hung, Prozak, Tyler Lyon
Album:  Strangeulation Vol. II
Song:   Tell Me If I'm Trippin
Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com 

[Tech N9ne]
I wanted to find the gun, my lady runs
to the bathroom yellin "someone", and when it's done
I'ma treat it like my daughters and son, we're havin fun
'til intruders came in knockin to come kill everyone
They beatin and kickin, ringin my bell uncontrollably
Four in the morning yellin my name so they know it's me
Scramble and try to find my nigga's gun, I'm supposed to be
prepared for the crazy, my lady screamin don't go to see
Fuck it, I'm goin down to the kitchen to get the knife
Invite 'em all in my crib and then take everybody's life
Chop 'em all into pieces, pray to God they heat-less
E-N-D shit, play with their bodies in the name of Jesus
One two three, go, DAMN! It's just the cops
All the motherfuckers must've scrammed when they hit the block
I was gonna, kill, am I wrong to feel
for my loves' safety? I'll leave you permanently still
Trav said he caught 'em on camera, they came to his place
Two teen girls and a guy yellin "Where is Yates?"
Damn, some fans would've lost lives on this day
Mistaken I would've been erasin all of the kids' face

[Chorus: Tyler Lyon]
Am I paranoid or scared?
Or is this my nightmare?
Were they ever really there?
Tell me if I'm trippin!
Am I supposed to sit and wait
while they storm through the gate?
+Psycho+ just like Norman Bates
Tell me if I'm trippin!

[Interlude: Brotha Lynch Hung]
Yeah it's gonna be the shit, wait 'til you hear this man
You on keyboard, I gotta get this fixed man, damn
Alright there we go
Alright man, sit over there though
Aight

[Brotha Lynch Hung]
7 o'clock, I was upstairs
I was on the keyboard makin that tear
Knock on the front door, C.O. got it
Niggaz came in, I said "Yo, get in the closet"
Hit 'em with venom and run up in 'em while they rummagin
Too many niggaz was comin in, I wanna get me one
Hopin niggaz try me cause I'm fiendin, feel like "Fry me"
Eyes all Chinese, high off reefer
I'ma get deeper, turn to the Grim Reaper
Use a heat seeker when I creep with the heater
Leave a deep gash, bring the heat fast
Hit 'em with the venom, when I get 'em I'ma keep 'em
Givin them an enema, even if it's ten of 'em
Then I'ma, eat 'em like dinner in the cinema
Then I'ma, shit 'em out, get 'em out
In about twenty-four seconds I'ma fuck 'em in the ass
Tuck 'em in the grass, cut 'em up fast
Buttercup, shut 'em up, I'ma cut mass
I'ma cut lass
Nigga he got it, he gotta fuck 'em up, yeah
Tell me if I'm trippin

[Chorus]

[Interlude: woman] + (Prozak)
I don't really wanna play this, guys
This isn't something to mess around with
(C'mon, it's just a game, nothing to worry about, sit down)
{Hey man, hand me one of those beers}
But it's not just a game
(It is, everything is gonna be fine, hand me a beer too)
(C'mon, let's do it)

[Prozak]
I can still remember
It was January 23rd, 1994
And a group of us were chillin at the table
We was drinkin with our fingers on the Ouija board
Tryna summon spirits askin "Ouija, can you hear us?"
Never thinkin what was in store
Then the dogs started barkin in the darkness
All of a sudden it was knockin at the front door
Then we started approachin
Cautious as hell as we pulled the door open
Nervous adrenaline, seemin slow motion
No one was there, we went back to the board hopin
that we finally made contact with a deity
Apparition on the other side
Then it started movin out and soon spellin out the warning
in the morning one of us would die
We decided to stop it
Said our goodbyes, and left the apartment
On the way home, Sarah hit a patch of ice
Lost control of her car, hit the ditch and lost her life

[Chorus] - minus second line

[Outro]
{*coughs*}
Fuck that shit nigga
Ahem, let's party