Which One Lyrics - Strangeulation - Tech N9ne

Yeah, which one of ya idiots claims that ya know me 

Ya don't have a clue so back up lil homie 

My headpiece is heated I hang with heretics 

We load up and lock and aim where the red is 

And bang where your head is, I bet y'all will beat it 

Oh Dean, that's my dog, them words y'all will eat 'em 

My power circlin' small, I think outta the box 

And try different angles to wreck tables or not 

My shot's wet as a whistle, I'm on fire fam 

Y'all don't even know that's my column in y'all's diagram 

Who they want, Godi or Donnie, ya better choose wisely 

Greet 'em with ketamine and then that Adderall IV, try me 

Checkin' to see if the guy's fearin' ya 

They wishin' I would go stick my dick in the criteria 

It's all good, doin' the type of shit y'all wish y'all could 

Dippin' out with skaters through fuckin' acres in y'all hood 

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The story of my twin and I, Pisces not a Gemini 

One of us is underwater, other floatin' in the sky 

Highs and the lows of me, violence in the poetry 

My evil twin we goin' in, I told him to let go of me (Nigga let go!) 

Don't let nobody close to me, drunk when I'm not s'posed to be 

I take a sip, start to trip and won't nobody know it's me 

One bottle Jameson, take it to the face and then 

Now I'm talkin' 'bout the bodies buried in my basement 

Spirits talkin' to me, I can hear 'em, I can see 'em too 

Lookin' in the mirror and I tell 'em it's just me and you 

One of us is goin' out, the one that's always showin' out 

I put my fist right through the glass and told that bitch to close his mouth 

Hand bleedin' needin' medical attention 

I'm feelin' no pain, I'm in a whole 'nother dimension 

Next mornin' wake up, don't remember shit 

Bandage on my hand and dirty condom on my dick (Ugh) 

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Pick three and guess what you get, me 

I'm messed up and sickly 

The head is a mystery, quickly twist T 

With a idiotic mix-ly, hit exotic chicks gee 

Killin' got it history 

I've become a scumbag fuckbuddy needed to wipe after 

She got me and my lady's cum rag, that's just one of the things I done bad 

Like when I put Dulcolax liquid mixed it within my brother's rum flask 

I can make a love potion, give you the ocean 

Then you wake up in a pit gettin' instructions on how to rub ya lotion 

You think I'm jokin' while listenin' to Drake's "The Motion" 

I put syphilis dick down her throat and that's without her havin' a notion 

I'm playin' I don't dare summon them other suckers 

That tell me to do bad, there done and them under covers 

She think the demon's unfair, Hung wants to love her lover 

After this verse she's not pickin' nare, one of them motherfuckers 

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