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Bad day my bitches
on my phone is ridiculous
No more up on the real Tech N9ne
talkin' bad on the sickness
Comin' at a nigga so
Get up out of my bed, I'm sick of restricted
Fans sayin' I switched
They can tell I was by lookin' at my Twit pic
Got a call from Stevie, y'all his steezie
Said he 'bout to come to KC, have a little get together, that's easy
Got a little Cabo Wabo, biz and Ciroc, yo
They wanna it at my house, is there room for Frizz and Picasso?
Hell yeah, come on
Told Mackazilla that we on rounds, we gotta get more liquor, spread the fun on 'round
We 'bout to kick it with family, put the gun on down
I kicked it in eons
This 'bout to be than Freon
Got another call from my homeboy in Denver, Dion
He just pulled into KC sayin' he's double fisted, with
I told him I was on liquor duty and Stone'em was on
All of my niggas ready for
I woke, all I remembered is crashin'
I can try and you in the next verse
But I don't really know what

Mayday]
It's a blur, blur, blur
The whole thing's a blur, blur, blur
It's just a blur, blur,
The whole thing's just a blur, blur,
The whole thing's just a

[Verse 2: N9ne]
Woke up, got sick, ain't nobody in my shit
Looked in the mirror, that's up
Because is my top lip
Real busted, real puffy, like a nigga me the fuck out
I don't smoke but my mouth like big weed like my nigga Yukmouth
I think I two chicks, one thick, another was a toothpick
I I was takin' shots with 'em, of Patrn, I don't do this
KC Teas, suds, talkin' to the chick with ghetto butt
She was trippin' when another beautiful cut
In front of her to me and then I said, "Oh, fuck!"
keep sayin' (Becka Joy)
But I remember even seein' (Becka Joy)
But I if you really wanna please (Becka Joy)
Put one, two, maybe in (Becka Joy)
Glimpses of a house full of bitches and
And some losin' they pants and romancin' each
And eating each other, and me brothas
My almost stuck a bitch
Cause she punched my nigga her fuckin' fist
But he kicked her out,
She outta line, nigga shoulda been said
Then somehow when I her
My lip hit her big

It's a blur, blur, blur
The thing's just a blur, blur, blur
just a blur, blur, blur
The thing's just a blur, blur, blur
The whole just a blur

[Tech
Scenario, what
That nigga laughin', cause he made all the drinks potent
My lip is fucked, I'm not
Said she was made up hips, 'bout 5'1, hell pretty, but Cripped out
Said that she got a little and called me a demon and I flipped out
Said her body was bruised up and her earlobes had a few cuts
I him I don't hit women, it was not me, I don't do stuff
Came downstairs, all my still sprawled out
Then I saw bottles, the makings of Caribou Lou, (damn)
Now there's a screw

The night was going perfectly, all seemed
I woke up in the darkness dizzy, feelin' like
I don't feel myself, oh no
I've never ever felt this way in so long
It's just a

(Voice of a girl)

MAYDAY]
It's just a blur, blur,
The whole thing's a blur, blur, blur
just a blur, blur, blur
The whole thing's a blur, blur, blur
The whole thing's just a