Fucked Up Day

[Intro: Tech N9ne]
Ya
We at the end of this shit
Finally at the end of this shit
My nigga Paul Law on vocals
Midwest side
'Bout to drop a couple light weight verses
Check it out

[Verse 1: Tech N9ne]
Be warned
So many motherfuckers in the inner city got me torn
Many niggas have sworn
But don't even understand the storm
So I better move the, hold the press
Never can slow the best
But I'm having a fucked up day so I just progress
When smoking on them green clovers, xes
Thinkin' about killin' a bitch if a bitch insist
On usin' the bottleneck sources
I give her what I mean by death from anghellic forces
Of course it's the fist of fury
Mr. T.I.B.D. and several twister
Uplift a high plains drifter and differ
Mitch bade nigga, display bigger
Next he'll find himself in the middle of a ditch lay with her
Big parade of them slithery things I mean stuffed in grey litter
Don't know how much longer I'll be on this [?]
So we scorn to [?] best be warned, be warned

[Chorus: Paul Law]
Let me warn you
I'm having a fucked up day today
And I just ain't got no time to play
Let me warn you
This shit's getting worse for me today, today, today

[Verse 2: Tech N9ne]
I drinks to get drunk, I thinks to get funk
My inks a bit bunk, so I switch my pen and then begin my friend
I blinks 'cause it bumps
RD's give a nigga room to give 'em a list without a flaw
We say walla milli dollar, then break a lot a jaw
Alright, where the booze at? Never did think I'd use that
Who's that nigga who don't know then confuse that
I do-es that, really wanna take out this demon
Waiting for God to give me the OK
What niggas really want is a black Keyser Söze, ugh
Caught up in rap I'll never again get caught up with a bitch
Stuck in the intersection [?]
Don't know how much longer I'll be on this [?]
So we scorn to [?] so best be warned, be warned

[Chorus: Paul Law]
Let me warn you
I'm having a fucked up day today
And I just ain't got no time to play
Let me warn you
This shit's getting worse for me today, today, today

[Verse 3: Tech N9ne]
The end of my LP, also end of existence
Novus ordo seclorum, time to get artillery equipment
Riddle me this, riddle me that
Who's the nigga that got that contract
Have been dead like about four years and nueve says
Who's gonna come back?
Who's that one them call the K-I-double-L-A clown around these parts of Mizzou who is the nigga that's gonna make many G's
Who sees demons after dark
And skinheads killin' my P-E-O-P-L-E's
Who's said yell Seig Heil but don't fuck double N-U-double T's
God's infinite family trees
About to seize these [?]
Racist punk gonna make you fall to your knees
Why am I that type to be cool before I swarm?
Because I like these calmer moments before the storm, be warned
Everybody want to go heaven but nobody want dead
Rude awakening boy, the future tells about too many bloodshed
I said, Satana we shall dismember in the last days
Start this race in '71 November, remember
I can look into your eye, smile and then to your surprise
I'll be yellin' "Die, nigga, die!" when all the bullets fly
Don't know how much longer I'll be on this [?]
So we scorn to [?] best be warned
The worst type of nigga is gone