Artist: Tech N9ne f/ Phats Bossilini, Rame Royal Album: The Calm Before The Storm Song: Bitch Sickness Typed by: AZ Lyrics [Chorus] I will mistake your bitch sickness gets dismissed with the quickness this nipsit get the lipstick kiss this dick... [x2] [Verse 1] This is the beginning I only been it for winning Through every inning Till the ending chase g's these pretty women Are just here to make my ride a full course with all the trimmings Women in my water tank and drinkin henn and lemon Its realistic you got ur twisted lifted off the feet I keep 6 clips with my heat like I'm enlisted nigga this is far from the army navy or marines we forming the gravy newly recruit criminal team To make the green fuck you fakers my eyes dreamy for that 2000 years we doors like lamborghinnis or carrera porche still enforced ones with flava bitch save the royal playas don't hate an innervator... [Verse 2] U gotta disease nigga so please ease away from me's nigga my feas ease be's about that cheese nigga your PH balanced for a man but made for the woman lets understand this niggas backwards ish hop when do the shit stop nigga like a land lets live and learn about to playa hate when a nigga get his Gs flippin hella keys fuckin bitches money got the riches when the other mitches working miccy d's I done seen niggas straight hate me mean mug me wanna slug me currency thickness due to the bitch sickness this tecca nina niggas hate me thinking that they're grass is greena they the tortoise and I'm the huffin hyeena never dealin witta bitch nigga this one goes to the bitch ones hoes this one flows like a quick gun blows when the bitch shit unfolds [Chorus] I will mistake your bitch sickness gets dismissed with the quickness this nipsit get the lipstick kiss this dick... [x2] [Verse 3] When the bullets fly squat knee high like magnum P.I. lace my chucks up vest up this life is messed up they the fake on a playa hata low like snake beat a snitch to beat the cakes its straight laugh at your wake ur outta shape to take the H you been losing the race couldn't keep the pace butta hates just seeling ur fate talkin wut you at wut you gone do like you the man bumpin two bazooka tools in a dented trans am you living dreams like a crack fiend who say he clean when we riding beams you steam we drunk off lean life for riches gold diggas havin finesse put a slug to ur chest with that bitch sickness [Verse 4] I hit it high I got it so go get this with the quickness I'm anti biotics for that bitch sickness a few [?] I spot it the scope made them open they mouth to see if mah [?] dick fit bitch nip this shit in the butt split or split twist above flick the bic light let my lips hit the but ain't no trying.... the bud brains on drugs investigate a over resperator rain unplugged since I'm ballin rhyme they all in mine for this one love you ain't knowing this R&G prodegy is building flowin dope selling to the paper touch the ceiling... [Chorus] I will mistake your bitch sickness gets dismissed with the quickness this nipsit get the lipstick kiss this dick... [x2] [Verse 5] A menace in this business for this village stack of papers ghetto chemist get us biggest spittas for this pack of haters we roll with fat ?teenay pom? for those who hate we stay bomb we come back poppin like bigwom fayzon playa hate on this midwest side nigga we road dogs on the ride killa with the nutthouze so aint no need for us to hide scrilla this 9 milla wrecks like the princess leavin hata rappers defensless like forest they keep running tech n9ne gunning watch your back for the bitches with the sickness come and get this pistol grip hit a nigga with the milli gets on the level with a nigga with the silliest mind state unrealistic your bitch sickness gets dismissed with the quickness this nipsit get the lipstick kiss this dick... [Verse 6] These niggas copy cat practicing yo shit is has been you get choked blade horse roped open ur throat with a razor blade no prints die in slow shit change the livin looking hopeless you turn to codice just cuz I got the nuts to roll natural you wanna be phat where the boss at my gucci linkin learn to floss that its best that you get ur own dude and where ur own shoe do wut boss do I catch u its gonna cost u this small world get ur own shit I'm trying to fit raymond tech n9nes spit for money grip we makin hits trip this I'm from the city where guns aint shit hundreds think back ur hated fast but now I done it done it... [Chorus] I will mistake your bitch sickness gets dismissed with the quickness this nipsit get the lipstick kiss this dick... [Repeat]