Aight, let's go!

[Verse: Tech N9ne]
Today, woke up with her givin' me toupée
My GOOSE spray down her throat, she drink it like it was D'USSÉ
I do slay bitches when I'm on Goose and juice
Hey, I get loose in a cooch play
'Til it shoots, I'ma deuce trey
Jersey, wordy, only your lady can serve me
Not adverse, just her giving the fur preferably
Without fur on the pur that for sure perturbed me
Ski skirt when no verb is absurd, you heard me?
Certain death is inevitable
When Tech come and get at the flow
I'm fed up with yo' punk ass
You don't wanna see this big gun blast
I am fiending for cleaning
Your house of demons I'm beaming
N***a with that thing gonna be leaning
Wanna bet on my team, what you meaning?
B. Wash and I pop off
We drop and a lot's lost
She jocks these cocks
Wants us to be sobbed in hot sauce, n***a
Every lady wanna hug my dick
A lot of 'em already fought my bitch
Wanna give it to N9na to get in between her
Look, mothafucka, let me talk my shit
Let me talk my shit, and I talk my shit