Artist: Tech N9ne f/ Krizz Kaliko
Album:  The Storm *
Song:   The Thing
Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com 

* Strange Music pre-order track

"There's actually just one big thing
 on which most people base their final decision."

[Intro: Tech N9ne]
Ha! Ha, ha!
{"Thing, thing"}
Hungry, hungry, starving!

[Tech N9ne]
I think it's safe to say I'm a monster
Yeah because killin is my mantra
Fellas wanna see me dead upper yonder
But the women are fond of Ron, it's Don they conjure
I'm big-headed cause Tecca Nina stay breaded
I get it the wettest competitive, I just shredded your bed
It's the crevice I fetish, call the medic you're deaded
Push and pull, you're placed at pathetic, soul is so not sympathetic
I'm on a roll, creepin and I am outta control
Women see Tecca Nina as the matter in the commode
So I'm in there, like swimwear
On a lady that's ridin inside of what's skin bare
I'm so hard niggaz don't even wanna face me
But it's the opposite with they women, they taste me
So many hoes witness the trouble I bring
They cling for the stream, I'm the king
I go by the name of

[Chorus: Krizz Kaliko]
(The Thing!) It's sorta like a whatchamacallit (The Thing!)
If you ever saw it (The Thing, The Thing!)
Give it to you like there's no tomorrow
Sorta like both of ours (The Thing, The Thing!)
You believe in what you believe in
B-I-G for a reason (The Thing, The Thing!)
All in 'em like I live in them hoes {"The Thing"}
The Thing's what I'm givin 'em though

[Tech N9ne]
Heart breaker, body part taker
From your lady negras hate us cause thou art fakers
Schemin when seekin I found a tush
When I blow that kush with a rhyme I'ma be beatin around the bush
Area, I'm scarier than malaria, the carrier of hysteria
I swear he's just nefarious with hairy nuts, the cherries bust
Don't tell me to zip it, I'm wicked
Your ladies they take me in like I whip it
Got a mind of my own, I'm in a zone
I get deep into it like Tech N9ne in a song
You can't tell me nothin, I'm in my prime and I'm grown
My homie Nina behind, I still climb in alone
Ill spit, real sick, need help, real quick
See nobody can hit the kill switch, still chill chicks
Come and give me somethin that I can feel bitch
Drill stick, I am - Tech N9ne's dilsnick!

[Chorus]

[Interlude: Tech N9ne in reverse]
Live si tnaw ehs gniht eht
Wonk ehs gniht tsrow eht m'I
Worg ew neht triuqs a reh evig
Woleb m'I tleb ym s'ereh
Orgen siht etsat annaw yeht
Og ew taht erehwyreve
Oh evaeh 'lo eht meht evig
Elohw em wollaws annaw sehctib

[Chorus]