[Intro]
Yeah, yeah

[Hook]
I got my
Gun on spray, so don't try to *pop* *pop*
Run away, hit 'em with the big bad wolf
86 sick streak inside of me

[Verse 1]
I'm giving 'em a dilemma, the comin' of a killa, the phantom
Of all n***as who wanna be Nina
But listen
I kill a bitch in the vision of "Milli-Vanilli"
Motherfuckers who's being murdered by the big bad wolf
Computerism, I give 'em a push
Rip you and yo mocking crew
What you gonna do when I pop at you, Glock at you
Fill 'em with the venom, who the fuck are you talkin' to?
Betray me? You crazy! The Keyser Söze, Kevin Spacey
N***as hate me, can't face me
Bitches like Cagney and Lacey, basically, you can't ace me
I put that on Scoob's, Little Tracey, ya better mace me, 'cause I'ma fuck up a n***as career
If you think you trying to bite me, taste me; listen to me
Not Gorilla Monsoon, a wolf, so I howl at the muthafuckin' moon
I can smell a rotten fella, cotton dwella; hella props to the jailer, my n***a Loon
Two little pigs, n***as who wanted to be the big bad wolf, Tecca Nina clone
That's why this little piggy hit the carpet and the other little piggy stayed home
[Bridge]
Chrome, huff and I'll puff
And I'll blow that fucking mic down and stuff
Hit me with a silver bullet and get it outta me
'Cause a weak bullet is only a milli Technicality
Follow me n***a
If you gotta be Nina to get a bigger salary, motherfucker
To bust flows like Joe's or like those
Who make relish and throw midwest blows at foes
Take another look, you ain't off the hook, you been peeking in my book n***a, look
Say it again
Take another look, you ain't off the hook, you been peeking in my book n***a, look
One more time
Take another look, you ain't off the hook, you been peeking in my book n***a, look
You being a bitch as in Brooke, you're nothing but a crook
So you n***as can't fuck with the big bad wolf

[Hook]
I got my
Gun on spray, so don't try to *pop* *pop*
Run away, hit 'em with the big bad wolf
86 sick streak inside of me

[Interlude: Scratched]
Bad
Big bad wolf
[Verse 2]
You thought you built your rhyme out of some brick
Tech N9ne blew 'em away like stick
Let's find, who got the way tight licks
I bet mine, you'll get 'em, 'cause they like this
The real shit, Mama Mia, Disagree-A, I really better see a-then be a
'Cause when a n***a flowed what he wrote, sorry
That's all folks Ah-Ba-Dee-Ah-Ba-Dee-Ah-Ba-Dee-Ah
You little n***as, you can't fuck with the wolf
You a devil with hooves and death books
Came to a Tech N9ne show and got took
By the lyrical anghellical voice that's shook
Satan, the lord rebutes ya, the power of Christ compels you
To get the kcuf away from the ish
I'm spitting; you're losing, I'm sorry to tell you
Who the man now? (Uh) Who the man now? (Uh)
Motherfucker, you a student, put ya hand down (Uh)
Tryna growl like a wolf, tryna pop like a Tech N9ne
Little n***a, you can peck mine
I'ma hairy motherfucker with whiskers and I flips a
Hella script from here to Lamaviska
Kiss the fist of a n***a who walks so hard on (Uh) n***as like you
I'll get a goddamned blister

[Bridge]
N***a, huff and I'll puff (Uh)
And I'll blow that fucking mic down and stuff
Hit me with a silver bullet and get it outta me
'Cause a weak bullet is only a milli Technicality
Follow me n***a
If you gotta be Nina to get a bigger salary motherfucker
To bust flows like Joe's or like those
Who make relish and throw midwest blows at foes
Take another look, you ain't off the hook, you been peeking in my book (Yeah) n***a, look
Say it again
Take another look, you ain't off the hook, you been peeking in my book n***a, look
One more time
Take another look, you ain't off the hook, you been peeking in my book n***a, look
You being a bitch as in Brooke, you're nothing but a crook
So you n***as can't fuck with the big bad wolf (Ooh)
[Hook]
I got my
Gun on spray, so don't try to *pop* *pop*
Run away, hit 'em with the big bad wolf
86 sick streak inside of me

[Outro]
I got my gat on ya tongue, so don't try to...*pop* *pop*
Duck and run
'Cause I'ma let ya know that wolf in reverse says flow
I gotta big bad flow and I'ma let a n***a know that I rip it, 'cause I believe
Six, six, triple eight, forty-six, ninety-nine three
Do ya know
Big...Bad...Wolf...Smash...Chrome...Dome...Long...Gone...