[Intro: Tech N9ne]
For what I wanted to do was take some of my classic beats, and send 'em to my artists to see what they [bad word] up with on these beats that I love so much, so I wanna call Stevie Stone and Ces [bad word] to murder, let's go

[Verse 1: Stevie Stone]
Feel the hate when [bad word] around
Little bull better settle down
Feel the love, I'm the great and or the [bad word] See the fakes and the snakes, I'm always outta bounds
See I been dealt a hand, my [bad word]  I can peep
Peeping the shifty fans, my [bad word] They gon' (see) see me going H.A.M, getting bigger, [bad word] (Talk that [bad word]  if you want to hack my Tech N9ne play it again)
Make sure you remember me, me the odd ball liquor
When Stevie get to speaking, the plot
Thickens with and these niggas is [bad word]  it's really contradiction (uh-huh!)
Learning from the realest slim pickings
I love it, how you doubt a [bad word]  hound a [bad word] Panned out, all this profit sought the stone to stand stout
On rigid and rare routes, it's like procedure to hear a [bad word] out
Strangeulation two and it's right now
Let's take it to another level, hot metal, black kettle, [bad word] High pitched, fly [bad word]  falsetto, five words like the bandit lord
I think this weed got me paranoid
Middle finger to my enemies, I say all you niggas is [bad word] Jurisdiction have so many restrictions
All you niggas is fiction, no conviction
Niggas get to dissin', I'll have you [bad word] Bodies missing, call my brother to lynch 'em
All you niggas is gimmicks, frail body and soul
All you niggas pretending, thought that we so-called family
All you niggas can get it, turning my volume up
Had us upon that midget
Let me hear you say names, let me hear you holler Strange
Octane with flame, will leave your bodies decaying
Niggas be playing games, my niggas taking aim
Have you in a debacle, better stay in your lane
Guess time'll tell (guess time'll tell, guess time'll tell)

[Verse 2: Ubiquitous]
Right hand over my heart of hearts I'm pledging allegiance
To Ces, for whatever the reasons I have withered the seasons
They're dead in the breeze, I'm ready to feed 'em
I never believed 'em, you son of a [bad word]  son of a preacher, word of
Heaven and Jesus, through seven degrees of separation is still
And spreading diseases, my [bad word] is cheddar your cheeses
Maybe you better get business, like I didn't know that I carried the load
I know your boy is heavy and heaving
That's word to Strange and Tech the N9ne, I mean, who better to lead us
Since I been with that team I been spinning them G's [bad word]  yeah, you better believe it, [bad word] in a bulk amount now
I'm staying ahead of my dreams so the [bad word] could I sulk about
For real, I'll never be satisfied still, I don't be vocal out loud
Respect is due, I show it, don't blow it, my records are outbound
Chill, I'm choosing my weapons wisely, we never will lose direction
Guide 'em through the Recession Proof, should include a confession, [bad word] Started from the Bikini Bottom, we're here but it's something fishy
Twenty sixteen, Strange Music, making some [bad word] history

[Verse 3: Godemis]
I know they want me to put up the pen
And just quit with the rapping, it won't never happen, no
For the minutes that I been in it, I'm a killer still in the back but I'm clapping though
In a matter of fact I been acting, so
Out of wack and my brain is on overload
I don't call anybody, ain't nobody calling me
Maybe I don't need a phone no mo'
Guess I won’t pay the bill and the villain is spillin' venom in him then I’m a goner
And haters are catering to me with wishes that I wouldn't win any longer
Idiot, you're just making me stronger, wanna kill me, then pay me no mind
Get a record that's quite a bit longer, if you don't feel me then get on your grind
I don't mean to be mean but the measure is simple when you try to weather the [bad word] Now I don't need a reason, killing any season, in fact I am better without one
You don't know anything about heat or the temp of the weather that [bad word] out from
And I wouldn't consider you equal like other people, where the [bad word] is your album? [bad word] to you is a hobby and obviously y'all ain't knowing to measure at all
Murdering it for pleasure, ain't [bad word] with Godi, I'm sick with a medicine ball
Couldn't give 'em a [bad word]  not even a little bit cause they haters, we know it
We all know the [bad word] get your face winched
Strangeulation reloaded!  [bad word]