Misery Lyrics - Misery Loves Kompany - Tech N9ne

Aye fam, 

Man, you need to stop being so nice and modest 

To these jugga head ass niggaz out here 

They ruunin around like they don't Strange is the lions den 

Nigga we the muthafuckin kingz of the jungle 

I'm in the resturant chillin with this new piece of bootany the other night 

You know a nigga gonna give me a cd 

Talkin about, 

Mackzilla, tell Tech he better come to the studio 

And fuck with us, or else... 

I said, don't you punk brother ass niggaz know 

This is Monopoly, don't nobody pass go and collect 200 dollars 

Unless we say so 

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This merciless 

This is musical massacre 

Mammoth, imagine my motive, mane 

No murkin us 

Mimicin muthafuckaz may mock 

But on my momma millimeter 

My miscous mo murda make millions mack mommies and mosh 

This is pain, This unforgettable thang 

Is my talent untamable? 

Tech is the tyranny 

Bang on you niggaz who never have respect for who ever 

Pullin you pussies apart, My competitor's plain 

In the dark when they sleep 

On my incredible heat 

Fuck you, I'm fed up 

My fist for faggots and freaks 

Go tell your industry peeps that fuck peace released 

B is for blood 

We bangin and blastin at beef 

This is ignorant 

So rigorous, niggerous, carnivorous delivery 

Come with me, it'll be bitches and thizzery 

Fuck with me 

And believe that we niggaz will put you out of your misery 

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If you ever disrespect 

I'll put you out of your misery 

Put you, I'll put you, I'll put you, Put you out of your misery 

If you run up on my set 

I'll put you out of your misery 

Put you, I'll put you, I'll put you, Put you out of your misery 

I'm a muthafuckin vet 

I'll put you out of your misery 

Put you, I'll put you, I'll put you, Put you out of your misery 

'Bout to make me cock (cock) back (back) aim (aim) 

My mission is to pop (pop) that (that) brain (brain) 

My split is psycho like Michael's knife 

I admire your Freddy Crouger then dream your life 

My brain is too deep, I can think alive 

And kill death itself in one of freestyle lines 

Lyrically, rappers aren't better than me 

Cause I'm hard in this rap game 

You lighter then a feather to me 

So come with it 

It's the devil in me that'll blast at your afterlife 

Until your ass is restin in peace 

Muthafucka, you don't want it with a gangsta 

16 shots and have my little brother shank ya 

Thank ya, No thank ya 

Boy rearrange ya hands with ya head 

Heads up and I'll bang ya 

I hear you barkin but you ain't bit shit 

My shot's dig through 

They call 'em hollow tips 

It's a killa season and you ain't killed shit 

Misery Loves Kompany, now a complimaent bitch 

If you ever disrespect 

I'll put you out of your misery 

Put you, I'll put you, I'll put you, Put you out of your misery 

If you run up on my set 

I'll put you out of your misery 

Put you, I'll put you, I'll put you, Put you out of your misery 

I'm a muthafuckin vet 

I'll put you out of your misery 

Put you, I'll put you, I'll put you, Put you out of your misery 

You bout to make me cock (cock) back (back) aim (aim) 

My mission is to pop (pop) that (that) brain (brain) 

This is misery, misery artillery for the killin spree 

Hit the block, see the enemy, Kill 'em off like a Kennedy 

Ecstasy, Hennessy and a lemon squeeze 

You niggaz finna be put on obituaries and white tees, that's misery 

Rome to Italy, ridin on chrome literally 

Yuk Godzilla, King Kong ain't got shit on me 

Riddle me, riddle me, Which rapper gone snitch on me 

When I shoot up his Bentley and put him out of his misery 

They asked about the beef with Game and The Unit 

Squashed my beef with The Game and do my thang with The Unit 

Bo signed to Cashville 

I'm makin it rain in Houston, Rap-A-Lot for life 

You'll find you body slain in Houston, bitch 

I'm on the block with that Praline 

Until the cop's jumpin out the van like the A-Team, I slang cream 

The West Coast Don and Kansas City King 

You ain't know? Tecca Nina, General in The Regime 

If you ever disrespect 

I'll put you out of your misery 

Put you, I'll put you, I'll put you, Put you out of your misery 

If you run up on my set 

I'll put you out of your misery 

Put you, I'll put you, I'll put you, Put you out of your misery 

I'm a muthafuckin vet 

I'll put you out of your misery 

Put you, I'll put you, I'll put you, Put you out of your misery 

You bout to make me cock (cock) back (back) aim (aim) 

My mission is to pop (pop) that (that) brain (brain)