GrewSum - Where’s My Head At? lyrics

Tech N9ne and Grewsum
We're not one dimensional
We're three dimensional
You know what I'm sizzling?
We boldly go where no
Motherfucker would ever go
You know what I'm sizzling?
That's what we do baby tech N9ne!

Everybody got a misconception of the
Shit that I'll be doing
I'm catching the glare out of their eyes
When I'll be riding through it
They're hoping I'll fail and maybe die
For rhymes that I'll been spewing
They're sick of wickedness other
Than the business that I'm pursuing
But they can all stare
All day at my ball beard
Because of the way they single me
Out it's not at all fair
It's because I got a love for violence
And I'll never gave a fuck
And I cannot be silenced
Apparently I ain't doing it right
Whenever they hear Grew on a mic
Get's speaking in tongue while I'm sticking
My dick in some shit
That's infected but doing it tight
Flipping the rectum just isn't a minute
That's probably something that
You really like
I could just give in and live how you live
But me? I'm resistant and choosing to fight
So all of them talking lips, oh God
Can all be zipped
I'll show em what darkness is
And welcome em to thee apocalypse
If they wanna bark at this I'm
Turning em all into carcasses
You represent normal shit
I'll just do me and y'all be sick

My wicked shit's a little bit
Different and I guess that
They're looming at me
But there's not in me against that
Wide eye pondering
Why the fuck I just said that?
Looking at me wondering "where the
Fuck is my head at?"

And I ain't ever been treated as an equal
People are lethal
This war prevails around evil
Born different
Daddy's sword the liquid down tore
Deliverance found the cord and
It's revising war
To Maude Kalifah from it's naughty urethra
And that started the creature
But in a heart he's a preacher
So this made me good and the
Bad due a head-on collision
And this means I'm radical with
My ideas and decisions i don't fit it
Cause I don't kiss no ass to get in
But I’m slightly psycho with
These rhymes I'm spitting, written
But my appearance, makes it hard for my music
They say it's dark and they choose
To get way apart cause they lose it
Radio wax legal
They say that I'm dope but my raps evil
And say I won't appeal to black people
But I'm a nigga plus a strange nigga
But fame give-a so much pain
Feel like they wanna hang me-lla
Fraudulent gangsters thank God that
I ain't cha all you Broads are in danger
I put a Slipknot up and hang ya
Cause it's a sad fact
You amateurs really tryna dead rap
At least in Grewsum and Ninna's head's at

My wicked shit's a little bit
Different and I guess that
They're looming at me
But there's not in me against that
Wide eye pondering
Why the fuck I just said that?
Looking at me wondering "where the
Fuck is my head at?"

You see the way I am
But what did you expect from me?
I’m next to SEVEN-X to get my checks
So rest in peace
Oh yes, I recommend you, let me in
Now let me speak
I came to set a trend with Tech
And nem so let's just see
How far I'm willing to go to
Get my scrilla or bread stacks
I'm not your average
Where is my cabbage on my head at
Who's like a savage
It's established you's against that
Then let’s attack ‘em
Body bag 'em to contest that
Get on a level with devilish mind
Check em and wreck em attack em with N9ne
Yes I dissect them and sever their spine
Just to protect what I said in my rhymes
Stop! Midwest invasion
Of the best you best to praise em
Better get with the next sensation
Better yet, what you said meant Nathan
To me or anyone that I've ever
Met with a hot spit
You want me hate, what you can't be
Because you not shit so keep that no sense
To yourself or get bomb threads
Step on the way where your grandmoms at
Homie I know that you cause that

My wicked shit's a little bit
Different and I guess that
They're looming at me
But there's not in me against that
Wide eye pondering
Why the fuck I just said that?
Looking at me wondering "where the
Fuck is my head at?"