Tech N9ne, Yukmouth - Bumbell lyrics

Regime killers, ah what the deal
(It's that lethal) what's poppin'?
Regime niggas in this motherfucker
For the 199 twist bitch
(Uh, that regime shit) regime shit, yeah
(Done deal, bumbell)
New millennium rhymers, nigga
(What, Tecca Nina)
The bumbell, where the fuck you at?
(Up in this bitch) uh, what uh
Introducin two of the regime's finest
(Regime) Tecca Nina and Smoke a Lot himself
(Smoke a lot, bumbell)
Let's serve these niggas with
The straight shh, uh nigga
(In your back bitch) fuck that
I'm tired of not being of the bungalow shit
This bumbell for you, nigga

It's bumbell, bumbell
That's straight rapid fire


That override your amplifiers and the woofers
Your bass tube hook ups shut the
Fuck up with wires cooked up
Niggas stash my tape like gats in the bushes
It's that lethal
It'll probably have you killing people
For real cops say it's illegal to have a
Yuk tape in your possession
Niggas keep going to jail for 11
350's and 211's
187's, concealed weapons, all the above
Tear the fuckin' club up with my nigga what

That Tech N9ne nigga
Lyrically blind niggas on the grind
All the time you will find
I spiritually define nigga
Rhyme killer, I'm the fuhrer from Missour-a
Quick when I rip shit trip this animalistic
Fuck Ace Ventura
By the power of my dead niggas
I'mma ride this like a rollercoaster
Ain't nobody fuckin' with my niggas I'm
The killer representin' Cosa Nostra
So bust like you're supposed to
We guaranteed this gon' sell
Cause this shit's the bumbell nigga

(Ba-bum) This shit is heated
(Ba-bum) Your shit's deleted
(Ba-bum) And when you need it
(Ba-bum) We drunk and weeded
As long as this rap shit sells
Us niggas with figures
We keep releasin' the bumbell

Bitch I can make you ven
(Ba-bum) make you land (Ba-bum)
Make the fans
(Ba-bum) gang related dance (Ba-bum)
I can make the hood
(Ba-bum) make your Kim Wood (Ba-bum)
Make your stereo
(Ba-bum) make calico (Ba-bum)
They dumpin' on us, clunk-clunk go the trunk
Grab the pump
Bang my shit when you in the mist to funk
Or get shit crunked, when shit jumps
I'm the theme music like Thorazine
The fiends cling to it
I didn't mean to do it
The music made me do it, it made me loose it
Got my mind playin' tricks
Now my nine can't stop
Sprayin' shit, until the nigga lay in a ditch
And when I played this shit
It blew my speakers out
Looked out the window I saw
Dope fiends and tweakers
Out in the middle of the
Street doing the electric slide
You should have peeped it out
It got me geeked out
Hustlin' makin' scriller
After every word I got to say nigga
Like what's up, nigga? Let's
Smoke this blunt, nigga
Oh, yesterday got caught, got fucked up
Nigga
You bumpin' Yuk, nigga? Oh that's the bumbell


We're now listening to the
Sounds of Tech N9ne
I don't need no medication
I just packs my crispy flows
Endo, rum and fornication
Jammed up for y'all filthy hoes
That nigga named Tech N9ne is
A motherfucker on Gang Related
Hater's gotta respect mine or the
Next time get strangulated
Rap A Lot summoned me
Yuk told 'em that I had a gun in me
Loony as a nigga wanna be
Kindly get the fuck from front of me
Sleepin' with a black cat in my lap
Splitin' poles daily
Under a lot of weight and on a bus
On a broken mirror don't faze me
They say "Tech without rap
You wouldn't be alive"
Fuck that, I got niggas lettin'
'em go for twelve five, bumbell's live
We bringin' heat to the game
Deep when we came
Niggas fucked up and put they
Feet to the flame
Got that tihs if you want it
Gives a kcuf I'm a flaunt it
That (Haaaa) got niggas thinkin' I'm hunted, the bumbell

Yeah (Live and direct) kC meets Oakland
Oakland meets Houston, a killer mixture
(Bumbell) Bumbell (What)
Tech N9ne (Regime shit) ish, uck, nigga
What you wanna do regime crew
Like that nigga
Me and Yukmouth up in this motherfucker
Puttin' this shit in your back
For the 199 twist
You know what I'm sizzlin'?
You know what I'm sizzlin'?
You know what I'm sizzlin'? Regime killers!
(Thugged out, Yukmouth)