Sims, ICETEP, Air Credits - Bitchin Technology lyrics
[Sims, ICETEP, Air Credits - Bitchin Technology lyrics]
B-i t-c-h-in t-e-c-h-n-o-l-o-g-y
Bitchin' technology bitchin' technology
B-i t-c-h-in t-e-c-h-n-o-l-o-g-y
Bitchin' technology bitchin' technology
Picasso bulls run you through the obstacles
Da Vinci pull you back
Together at the hospital impossible? No way
Close the circuit perfect
Oh that's fucking awesome
Got the threads to match the mood
Put the blossom on the moon
Kick the monsters off the earth now
We got it extra works deluxe
Nano fucks, add 'em up
Wrangled up them 1's and 0's
Lined 'em up connect like Ruby Goldberg
Using code words, PS1 controller
Unique motors they were locked into a game
Of who will fold first
Grind their molars down to dust to
High noon why Uzi go burst
Never dawned to move on from the feuding
We were makin' something beauty different
Keep that technology bitchin' we were
Primus bumpin' Judas
Just on couches watchin' Clueless
Thirty-one or somethin' I don't fuck
Wit' nothin' call me prudish (prudish)
Lame-o while on camera
Only rapper with some manners
Please and thank ya, please, and thank ya
Callin my nana (callin' my nana)
Searching for Zelda while running
Through dungeons with Gannon
(dungeons with Gannon)
Jay-Z had ninety-nine problems
Got ninety-nine lives I got 'em from Contra
(Contra) never been grounded I'm good shout
Out to my mama (shout to my mama)
Hundred hand slaps at my show
My fans are E honda rob Schneider was Gigolo
I'm hurricane, you bungalow
First appearance of Piccolo
You facing Bam Bam Bigelow
In this thang like camel toe
You claimin' gas I'm Amoco
Ammo ammo spray who the hell
In here called Rambo bro
(who the hell in here called Rambo bro)
B-i t-c-h-in t-e-c-h-n-o-l-o-g-y
Bitchin' technology bitchin' technology
Bitchin' technology bitchin' technology
B-i t-c-h-in t-e-c-h-n-o-l-o-g-y
Bitchin' technology bitchin' technology
Picasso bulls run you through the obstacles
Da Vinci pull you back
Together at the hospital impossible? No way
Close the circuit perfect
Oh that's fucking awesome
Got the threads to match the mood
Put the blossom on the moon
Kick the monsters off the earth now
We got it extra works deluxe
Nano fucks, add 'em up
Wrangled up them 1's and 0's
Lined 'em up connect like Ruby Goldberg
Using code words, PS1 controller
Unique motors they were locked into a game
Of who will fold first
Grind their molars down to dust to
High noon why Uzi go burst
Never dawned to move on from the feuding
We were makin' something beauty different
Keep that technology bitchin' we were
Primus bumpin' Judas
Just on couches watchin' Clueless
Thirty-one or somethin' I don't fuck
Wit' nothin' call me prudish (prudish)
Lame-o while on camera
Only rapper with some manners
Please and thank ya, please, and thank ya
Callin my nana (callin' my nana)
Searching for Zelda while running
Through dungeons with Gannon
(dungeons with Gannon)
Jay-Z had ninety-nine problems
Got ninety-nine lives I got 'em from Contra
(Contra) never been grounded I'm good shout
Out to my mama (shout to my mama)
Hundred hand slaps at my show
My fans are E honda rob Schneider was Gigolo
I'm hurricane, you bungalow
First appearance of Piccolo
You facing Bam Bam Bigelow
In this thang like camel toe
You claimin' gas I'm Amoco
Ammo ammo spray who the hell
In here called Rambo bro
(who the hell in here called Rambo bro)
B-i t-c-h-in t-e-c-h-n-o-l-o-g-y
Bitchin' technology bitchin' technology