Tech N9ne, Ray Dee, Hydro, Sloppy - Ready for the Meat Wagon lyrics

Look in my eye, i wonder why these buster
Niggas asking to die

I give a fuck about who
Now see somebody here got me fucked up
Shit, out of luck, my painters
Will blow your block up, what up
I'll put a foot to that ass
Give you a 40 colt it
Cuz these bastards out here ain't knowing
Wait I'll stop
I'm looking fly to the T R E B L O C
Fucking shit up
It's an everyday pleasure to me
So what nigga, don't you love the smell of
Dead flesh in the morning
Nigga got you yawning
Your fingertips just can fall
On the grill burning
Ripping thugs ass, rip em apart as I blast
Your ass won't last
I give a fuck what you have
Snatching head from neck
Seasoned, I'm why they in the puzzle
Get that bombay ready
Cuz we gon cook em in some Frisco
Thou know, don't be playing
And we ain't lacking, we sizzle
I'm a beast
I wear that motherfucking midwest
Thou know, thou know trebloc in this bitch

Can't be measured with eyes
So why not get on the grind
If you got that drive sex, money, and lives
That's why these niggas die
And if you got the nerve to
Ask me why I'm high
And my reply, this ghetto got me crazy
I got these bitches tryna
Cuz I'm grown to hit the pussy
Then I'm ghost like swazey
Faze me never, I'm too suave, I'm too clever
So I advise you and your
Crew to take precautionary measures
See I'm a player in the game
But ain't no need for you to hate
Cuz if your bitch come my way
She wasn't yours anyway
'Sway the game goes, Ever heard of
Seems these niggas don't know
So I'm afraid Imma have to show
How these motherfuckers do it
Up in the midwest never settle for less
And don't forget your best
Everyday's a new test, nigga watch your step
Cuz real killers give a fuck about a rep
Quietest kid

Or should I say are you
Ready for the meat wagon?
Toe tagged and body bagged in another session
Smashing, I started blasting look in my eye
I wonder why these buster
Niggas asking to die

You was like my brother nigga
Like no other nigga
But, you treated me like another nigga
Fuck a nigga
Zkeircrow, pussy-whipped Kansas nigga with
The square flow
There's no way you can ever come back
Falsely accusing
I can't believe that he done
That, got em yelling "Tech
Put the gun back!"
Paid you money I didn't have
In the past what a blast we had
Played with packed shows lighting black
Holes under nigga's toes but, I'm offended
Cuz I found out hatred and hurt was intended
Didn't think that I'd get played
Mad cuz I didn't let you on "Mitch Bade"
How the fuck I'm gon let Mitch
Bade do "Mitch Bade" with me
Nigga, no rhythm having motherfucker
Switching on the stage with me
Nigga your bitch came and told me you gave
Her a disease that wasn't curable
Thought I wanted to fuck your bitch
Nigga my dick's into staying durable
On the power of my dead niggas
With the magnets of MJ
All the anger of Cosby
For what they did to his son on the freeway
I'm gonna be driving the wagon
When you slippin
But disrespecting love when you step foot
Back in KC i'm tripping what's up?

I took chances, advances
Towards the dark side
Swallowed my pride and got ready
To make this ride west is where I'm headed
My destinations out of bounds
Off a stick solo trip
But I'm back by several rounds
Mix it and push it down
Clown, a few more till whip these niggas
Help stole a bird, 30 G's, some more goldys
And now my mission is to bring the heat
And leave them thieves
Existence in the form of a plasma stain
And the street bangers sweet
And I got something for your brave and
My presence's preceded by the black
Spoiled milk, dried is gone and burnt up weed
Waylo's the block that I'm screaming
Harmonizing with demons beat's hypnotizing
Bet you will lies in puddles of blood
Slugs getting dumped off in them food
Cuz ain't no love
Plugs of meat getting ripped off them bones
Calves and domes
Innocent bystanders getting murdered
In their homes
Work until I got it, revere his method
Plot it
Something psychotic, futuristicly robotic
Turn up the nation
Toe tagged and body bagged in another session
Smashing, I started blasting round
The meat wagon

Biotch!