[Intro: Tech N9ne]
Ya
We at the end of this shit
Finally at the end of this shit
My n***a Paul Law on vocals
Midwest side
'Bout to drop a couple light weight verses
Check it out

[Verse 1: Tech N9ne]
Be warned
So many motherfuckers in the inner city got me torn
Many n***as have sworn
But don't even understand the storm
So I better move the, hold the press
Never can slow the best
But I'm having a fucked up day so I just progress
When smoking on them green clovers, xes
Thinkin' about killin' a bitch if a bitch insist
On usin' the bottleneck sources
I give her what I mean by death from anghellic forces
Of course it's the fist of fury
Mr. T.I.B.D. and several twister
Uplift a high plains drifter and differ
Mitch bade n***a, display bigger
Next he'll find himself in the middle of a ditch lay with her
Big parade of them slithery things I mean stuffed in grey litter
Don't know how much longer I'll be on this [?]
So we scorn to [?] best be warned, be warned
[Chorus: Paul Law]
Let me warn you
I'm having a fucked up day today
And I just ain't got no time to play
Let me warn you
This shit's getting worse for me today, today, today

[Verse 2: Tech N9ne]
I drinks to get drunk, I thinks to get funk
My inks a bit bunk, so I switch my pen and then begin my friend
I blinks 'cause it bumps
RD's give a n***a room to give 'em a list without a flaw
We say walla milli dollar, then break a lot a jaw
Alright, where the booze at? Never did think I'd use that
Who's that n***a who don't know then confuse that
I do-es that, really wanna take out this demon
Waiting for God to give me the OK
What n***as really want is a black Keyser Söze, ugh
Caught up in rap I'll never again get caught up with a bitch
Stuck in the intersection [?]
Don't know how much longer I'll be on this [?]
So we scorn to [?] so best be warned, be warned

[Chorus: Paul Law]
Let me warn you
I'm having a fucked up day today
And I just ain't got no time to play
Let me warn you
This shit's getting worse for me today, today, today
[Verse 3: Tech N9ne]
The end of my LP, also end of existence
Novus ordo seclorum, time to get artillery equipment
Riddle me this, riddle me that
Who's the n***a that got that contract
Have been dead like about four years and nueve says
Who's gonna come back?
Who's that one them call the K-I-double-L-A clown around these parts of Mizzou who is the n***a that's gonna make many G's
Who sees demons after dark
And skinheads killin' my P-E-O-P-L-E's
Who's said yell Seig Heil but don't fuck double N-U-double T's
God's infinite family trees
About to seize these [?]
Racist punk gonna make you fall to your knees
Why am I that type to be cool before I swarm?
Because I like these calmer moments before the storm, be warned
Everybody want to go heaven but nobody want dead
Rude awakening boy, the future tells about too many bloodshed
I said, Satana we shall dismember in the last days
Start this race in '71 November, remember
I can look into your eye, smile and then to your surprise
I'll be yellin' "Die, n***a, die!" when all the bullets fly
Don't know how much longer I'll be on this [?]
So we scorn to [?] best be warned
The worst type of n***a is gone