was drivin' to my home I just happened to have my car radio on When I heard the jockey ravin' about a brand new smash By a kid called the Tupelo Mississippi Flash Well, I almost wrecked
the game The Qwest wreck was a shame Twas a journey full of pain But Tech N9NE will remain Hella brave And untame So make way For the reign I'm bringing
run young blood you done burned ya bridges a nervous wreck makin ya calls collect confessing ta hoes a man of respect now a vegetable scorned by the
and have it shinin' like some dishes Patricia, Patricia, she love da way I stick her I take her to the movies and now she even bigger Big bucks, no whammies
dollars and stats On the real, we big time fuckin' ballers Niggas, shot callers, lay in 'em drop tops, gold thangs and M-40's Well, you gotta have big
sucker and make that bitch your wife i guess by now you all know my friends danny broke his neck he was driving home from sirens when he got into a wreck
for free We had dreams of getting cream But things don't always hold exactly how they seem The big kids they talking bout they big guns But I just chill
me comin, big scoob got em runnin Sex when I flex I catch wreck on the world tour With dough in my pockets big like the biscuits, in cb4 Set up a contest
door Get blown wide open By the things I'd put away And I wasn't even warned Just blown wide open By the mess is where I lay So I'm all surrounded By
and I can't kiss it off Clench my fists Bite my lip 'Til it goes away Madness comes It always does And always finds a way Sadness comes And always finds a way
Would you hear me Scream at the top of my lungs So I always fool my friends And we head down there They think that we are rude We just drove by
' down the grade makin' 90 miles an hour When his whistle broke into a scream He was found in the wreck with his hand on the throttle A scalded to death by
tee shirt from the rolling stones It?s the one with the big red lips On that I used to wear in bed Ohh, I am not about to be Wrecked by the things you
on you I'm all about the everyday nothin' at all See I'm not doin very much I'm just havin' a ball I'm in bed by four I'm up by noon I might sit around
Forerunner rep tyrannical Wrecks like techs bust mechanical Rusty goner weasel painting beats on an easel Shoot a head up What bitch you're boxing shadows Look out my way
What's your fancy? Big time skills or small penny Dead to latter my varsity letter, fatter than your JV Only play with the big boys, toys bringin that
wrecks I see there every day Caused by the girl wearin' nothin' but a smile and a towel In the picture on the billboard in the field near the big old
can't fuck with They thought luck did it, but it didn't 'cause I'm back again Back with the Big and my new-found friend Sliding in from the front, never way