Damn (feat. Tech N9ne)

Tech N9ne

It's the Don

Town business, damn! (Chyeah)

Calm down with that killa talk, we know you ain't a killa boy

Froze up he saw da Glock, but the chop the real McCoy

Fishscale no re rock dog food in my catalog

Bought the house off one room, this a nice ass kitchen dog

Out the way and the money coming

Never seen always into something

Pull up with this superbad, she 'bout to get hit like McLovin'

Navy seal get a headshot

Retro kicks on deadstock

Owing money get his hand chopped

Fuck around get ya man’s knocked

Falling off I never will

Home improve I gotta drill

Told my bitch don’t make no bottles

Gotta half of brick in the enfamil

Fuck you know bout stash spots

Chopping cars at stash lots

Money trees from cash crops

Rap game in a headlock

Whip up a little water in it

Gotta movie yo daughter in it

Fish bowl no windows tinted

Blowing gumbo gas its creole scented

Give away these nuts free, take yo ass to 5 guys

Frying all these fucking birds they love that chicken like Popeyes

Branched off and franchised

Bullshit get minimized

Started off with one key, turned that bitch to a enterprise

Solo might kill a witness

Yo bitch sent you on a dummy mission

.40 cal no dummies in it

Just another day just another ****

Calm down with that killa talk

We know you ain't a killa boy

Froze up when he saw da Glock

But the chop the real McCoy

We ready if you coming with the funk

And it's guaranteed we gon' hit ya good

Deep inside I really wish a **** won't

Even though I'm from the wish a **** woods

'Cause if you come around and make bro go stupid

Talking loud like a do-do dofus

We stepping with the rojo, the fo fo's and photo shoot shit

Fo' ever to funk in no mo' music

Spark the flame, we aim and trained to go

Darkness came my gang got fangs to grow

Heartless pain you gain in anger bro

Depart the lame, my thang got brains to blow

Shot ya mane, the bane became the ho

In a box for shaming strange ya hang fa sho

Lots of fame when slain remain below

Stop the games and change the lane ya roll

I am no longer a pacifist, it is war that you have to get

'Cause I am into you the masochist

Ain't no laughin' is packin' assassin is fast and babing and packages

Under grass ain't the half of it

I'mma send you where your bible say the wicked evil masses is

Brimstone in your ashes bitch

Hoping you have a blast looking at ass of a bath of me

For haters killin' Tech can still deploy and if they succeeded they would feel the joy

Whenever happen because Dewey Da Don and the Midwest Chopper is the real McCoy

Last thing you hear (Bam!)

Silence of you and silence of the (Lamb!)

Making everything pause like I'm (Can)

Really scary things that make 'em say (Dwamn!)

Err I mean (Damn!)

Calm down with that killa talk

We know you ain't a killa boy

Froze up when he saw da Glock

But the chop the real McCoy

Tech N9ne

It's the Don