Tech N9ne - Cursed lyrics

I was born in '71, in '72 I started to walk
'73, '74, in '75 I learned to talk
'76 I tried sexin'
That was around the age of five
'77, '78 and '79 I started to
Ride with my Uncle Ike
In '80 and '81 I was about ten
But the first time a little chick made me cum
Was '82 or '83 my life really came alive
In '84 I was thirteen, but
(1985's the number)

I met this bitch
Who told me if I got tight with her
Together we would grow rich
Type of chick that'll make a
Brother feel good inside
In my mind when I sleep woke, when I walk
When I ride gettin' to me in the classroom
Used to follow me into the
Bathroom and I loved it
She was wild and everyday (People bore me)
Captivate, activate my hormones when you
Speak to me softly
Offer me a piece of you 'cause (Me so horny)
She let me foreplay and that's it
She said if I would rap and make some dollars
For us maybe I can get a hit i was writin'
Then I found myself fightin' for the juices
When I found out that
Our little agreement's non-exclusive
(Ah, damn) she let celebrity status hit
So I'm thinkin' of tactics
How to leave ran down
Prophylactics on the mattress so I practice
Hopin' to stuff my fat dick in this rap bitch
Knowin' when I put my cactus in
That catfish I'mma flat shit
She's turnin' me into a (Killa)
Devour fools, I'm powerful like
(Mechagodzilla) she said if I keep
Rappin' she'll keep clappin'
But ain't nobody strappin'
'Til she see paper and then
We'll see what's happenin'
And I hear her say

You heard of Tech, he's like the best
He built his nest in the Midwest
The boy can flow and he be bustin' like
Boom, boom
It's like I'm stuck, I feel I'm cursed
About to load the Nina Tech 'cause in a sec
I'm finna be bustin' like boom, boom
You heard of Tech, he's like the best
He built his nest in the Midwest
The boy can flow and he be bustin' like
Boom, boom
It's like I'm stuck, I feel I'm cursed
About to load the Nina Tech 'cause in a sec
I'm finna be bustin' like boom, boom

'93 she invited me to a party in LA
So popular
She introduced me to 2Pac the next day
She took me to this party in Beverly Hills
Where me and Chris Tucker couldn't get in
Because of our ball caps and they
Was all about dollar bills
She was a G and got us all in for free
(Ran into Pac again)
She talked about him so tough I knew she was
(Cockin' him) but, I never did hate
Because I knew heated sex was our fate
As I got clever and a lot better
She started lettin' me and
My boys hit together
Me and Pac hit the slot
Now it's out in the open
Didn't take long to make her get it on
Came so strong
And "Thugs Get Lonely Too" was our slogan
She wanted me and Chino XL
But he backed off and said: "That's hell"
He don't dip into every female waitin'
To exhale with a wet tail
Wish I could be with baby daily
But, I recall The Veteran
Click sayin': "Tech
Don't turn a tramp into yo lady"
I don't know why I want this bitch
She always diss
And won't let me showcase my shit
This bitch is driving Nina crazy

You heard of Tech, he's like the best
He built his nest in the Midwest
The boy can flow and he be bustin' like
Boom, boom
It's like I'm stuck, I feel I'm cursed
About to load the Nina Tech 'cause in a sec
I'm finna be bustin' like boom, boom
You heard of Tech, he's like the best
He built his nest in the Midwest
The boy can flow and he be bustin' like
Boom, boom
It's like I'm stuck, I feel I'm cursed
About to load the Nina Tech 'cause in a sec
I'm finna be bustin' like boom, boom

Fuck this, I'm ready for one on one ruckus
Still she like: "Don't touch this"
When I'm alone with her
It's on when the bone hit her, get her
Hoeing off in LA with my folks
Me and Yuk, Phats, Gonz, LQ, Max Key
Hella knocking your back out, bitch
Long strokes
You a nympho, who the pimps though?
(Me and Roger Troutman)
Had you at Juan Momma house (Shoutin')
Through the talk box you exhaust cocks
And you ought not ever get caught hot
Why she always gotta have the vault lock
Kinda mad when I really thought back
Me and RZA hit that ass on the
Video set Why did we hit (Raw)
Bitch told us how she fucked Eminem, Kool G
KRS, Monch, Xzibit and (All) type a niggas
When Felony fucked he
Said: What-what-what-what?
I was next in line right
After he busted his nut-nut-nut-nut
I heard my homey Rodney say she
Want me and Lynch to hit
Sac and MO dick and she said she wanted
It so bad 'cause we so sick
I saw you at 923 The
Beat with Jay-Z and Damon
I know at times I'm hella complex
But now I'mma put it in lamens
I wanna fuck you not with Jimmy Jam
Not with Terry Lewis
Not with Quincy Jones, not with QD3
Just me and you and I'mma show you all the
Things that I can do
Go platinum plus get trapped in your lust
So I'm hoping me and you can (Bang, bang)
I know you're a groupie ho
But I still want your coochie though
Before I go I want you to
Tell these people yo name: ("Rap Game")