Bitch Slap (feat. Corey Taylor, Hopsin & GreatDaeg)

Tech N9ne

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    Entering my personal space with an intent to harm may be a direct ticket down under
    Not to be confused with Australia and New Zealand
    This ticket is usually issued after your reaction to the bitch slap

    Somebody go hit the coroner there's been a mishap
    This one's a real altercation and no fucking diss rap
    Thinkin' about phonkin' with us and you takin' a big nap
    All of the drama because of the sauna you got it because of the bitch slap
    Everybody's got an expiration date
    But you running your mouth can make your date arrive faster
    You come up in my circle with that other shit
    I'm sure that we can help you out and take you to your master
    Let's go!

    Bitch slap!
    Quick cap!
    Bitch slap!
    Quick-

    Phonk is the condition, won't give up submission
    Wrong as fuck for the hissin' at the throne that buss the clip and hush the trippin'
    That a strong enough description?
    You don't listen, ya slipping! (Slipping, slipping, slipping)
    This expression doesn't apply to women
    Just the men when utterly sinnin'
    Gonna be winnin' souls within 'em when I blast those
    Especially if you don't see no kinda grinnin'
    After your lip in the beginning up shit creek is where you swimmin' you asshole

    Bitch slap!
    Quick cap!
    Bitch slap!
    Quick- (GreatDaeg)

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    Talking all your shit, cut the crap (Cut the crap)
    I don't do the chit chat, I bitch slap (I bitch slap)
    You big cap (Big cap), you big mad (Big Mad)
    You need a hand but you gon' get this bitch slap (Yah)
    Look me in my face, look me in my eyes (In my eyes)
    Lil' Myers flow but I don't need the knife (The knife)
    These hands ain't no joke, would make a devil cry (He'll cry)
    I know it's hard for you to do, but bitch don't kill my vibe
    You can get it too, get-

    Bitch slapped!
    Quick cap!
    Bitch slap!
    Quick-

    By the time you hear the truth, the streets will burn
    Anyone that looking at what a suicide
    Do 'em and may confirm
    I betcha
    Motherfucker is a prodigal landmine
    In the medias, never get a number one
    I'm falling down a fucking flight of stairs
    Like I'm Jesus fucking Christ
    Bitter is the blood of everyone who had it coming
    Don't ignore me, God you bore me with your indecisive sermons
    I'm tired, tired of avoiding what must still be said
    Stealing from the hands of those gathered
    Show me where you stand on this matter

    Bitch slap!
    Quick cap!
    Bitch slap!
    Quick-

    Ayy yo, Tech! Hold up!
    I got something to say on this shit real quick man
    Yo

    At it again
    Let me find out you been yapping your lips
    That's an offense
    I ain't gon' stand for this shit, I'm throwing Colin Kaepernick fits
    I'll gladly assist you and spit in your face
    I'll dismantle your tissue, the issues I bring
    Are as tragic as missiles and quick to repay enemies with the pain
    Is you afraid? Prob'ly so
    Bitch, I'm rowdy and treading where don't nobody go
    Lining haters up, eenie, meanie, miney, moe, now he goes, adiós
    Then I reload the beast mode to behold the King's throne
    Get Deebo'd and be gone
    If you don't wanna get bitch-slapped, don't leave home, nigga

    Bitch slap!
    Quick cap!
    Bitch slap!
    Quick-

    Bitch slap!
    Quick cap!
    Bitch slap!
    Quick-

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