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Bad day with my
on my phone is ridiculous
No more shine up on the Tech N9ne
They bad on the sickness
at a nigga so vicious
Get up out of my bed, I'm of feelin' restricted
Fans sayin' that I
They can I was hurt by lookin' at my Twit pic
Got a call from Stevie, know his steezie
Said he 'bout to come to KC, have a little get together, that's easy
Got a little Wabo, some biz and Ciroc, yo
They have it at my house, is there room for Frizz and Picasso?
Hell yeah, come on
Mackazilla that we done 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 to be cooler than Freon
Got call from my homeboy in Denver, named Dion
He just into KC sayin' he's double fisted, with bottles
I told him I was on liquor duty and Stone'em was on
All of my niggas ready for
When I woke, all I is crashin'
I can try and tell you in the verse
But I don't really what happened

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

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

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

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

The night was perfectly, all seemed well
I woke up in the darkness dizzy, feelin' hell
I feel like myself, oh no
never ever felt this way before in so long
It's just a

(Voice of a girl)

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