Intro: In a world of missori where in this three planets collide, Brotha Lynch, Dilame, Tech N9ne you along for the ride...
Lynch] Wait a I'm from the Westcoast Conference Like or James Worthy. You could just call me the king of the All I need is a jersey. Nigga nuts and get served up when I get it all up, aim sturdy. Cut it up, gut it up with cold with nut heated up, came dirty. I'll be off in kryptonite turned him into ice, stained his jersey. Leave him in the back of the Elco like Helpter it to him like velcro. Nigga I'm a killa. I'm a ditch, quick to rip ya. a murda picture witcha. I'm a jack nice, ya dat night. Split ya open and dick ya. But then ima be quick to ya guts, eat your meat, demeat cha, depleat ya the meat clever. Did not see ya eat the quarter, recieve a order, delete cha. Tech a me. I'm bringing the and a suicide note. Do or die is in the backseat cuttin necks. I'm sexist bout' to get nabbed Lynch I'm neckless. this neckless sexist.
Welcome to my (The heart's have broken and bars opened, pullin me closer) Welcome to my (Dark's my ocean, my arc is but i'm livin like I'm to)(2x)
to my world
(Lyrical messiah...)
Cause I be dealin with motherfuckas me for the longest. Could they be critical cause I'm flawless. And if i'm heated I could not be cautious. I get deep and puke the flame one can be held accountable for making the change to whatever I'd rather be (insane) In the middle of the stage like a 12 gauge. You could relate to a nigga that hang you up, slip a couple mickies just to for ya. Homicidal with a fully rifle undecided on whether or not i could cut up brians and guts. (I get out sometimes) And it's i'm a heathen whether or not you it everytime I rap a stop breathin. Hell done been for a reason. Well let me introduce you to the crucial future. Recruit you and seduce you to the grouper. Nigga better get cause we put together the fettiest chemical flame. well imbeded into your brain. Tech N9ne, Dalima, Lynch life.
to my world (The heart's have broken and bars opened, pullin me closer) Welcome to my (Dark's my ocean, my arc is but i'm livin I'm supposed to)(2x)
Welcome to my
[Tech Fight this phantom you freakin family fall flat, bunk biancas beat em black and blue wit a bat. I be a small cat, but I use discretion. Hit em wit a weapon if ya wit a mall rat twenty minus eleven I'll em all scat. Not now. Tech's not this crowd. He's in his clouds. Rather be off'ed then, wit his style. I got hopes my life might get better, but been broke so I might swipe ya chedda. You better get ready to me I got a vendetta. Comin' to get it whether weed or whateva. said it was gonna be easy. People decieve me and me in the and buried up in acropolis. One day your see me on t.v. You believe. We takin over this, the opposite. Re write my life give me light in a fight for right ala liberate, quidado. One fifty one rum is how we run sin son, then diablo. I a medic cause I murder energetic, in the cerabellum. tell'em i got, one of the worst in the medula oblongatta. Ya oughta one hell of a shot, no drakness. How did I this? I'm bizzare shit, like kickin your carcess. I am the ruler in my kingdom and my dark hot, into my world and your heartbeat stops!
Welcome to my (The heart's have broken and have opened, pullin me closer) Welcome to my (Dark's my ocean, my arc is but i'm livin I'm supposed to)(2x) Welcome to my