Tech N9ne - Which One Lyrics
[Verse 1 - Godemis:]Yeah, which one of ya idiots claims that ya know meYa don't have a clue so back up lil homieMy headpiece is heated I hang with hereticsWe load up and lock and aim where the red isAnd bang where your head is, I bet y'all will beat itOh Dean, that's my dog, them words y'all will eat 'emMy power circlin' small, I think outta the boxAnd try different angles to wreck tables or notMy shot's wet as a whistle, I'm on fire famY'all don't even know that's my column in y'all's diagramWho they want, Godi or Donnie, ya better choose wiselyGreet 'em with ketamine and then that Adderall IV, try meCheckin' to see if the guy's fearin' yaThey wishin' I would go stick my dick in the criteriaIt's all good, doin' the type of shit y'all wish y'all couldDippin' out with skaters through *****in' acres in y'all hood[Hook - Godemis & (Tech N9ne):]Which (One)You *****in' with pick (one)You label this fic(tion)You lookin' there is (none) is (none)Which (One)You *****in' with pick (one)You label this fic(tion)You lookin' there is (none) is (none)[Verse 2 - Murs:]The story of my twin and I, Pisces not a GeminiOne of us is underwater, other floatin' in the skyHighs and the lows of me, violence in the poetryMy evil twin we goin' in, I told him to let go of me (Nigga let go!)Don't let nobody close to me, drunk when I'm not s'posed to beI take a sip, start to trip and won't nobody know it's meOne bottle Jameson, take it to the face and thenNow I'm talkin' 'bout the bodies buried in my basementSpirits talkin' to me, I can hear 'em, I can see 'em tooLookin' in the mirror and I tell 'em it's just me and youOne of us is goin' out, the one that's always showin' outI put my fist right through the glass and told that ***** to close his mouthHand bleedin' needin' medical attentionI'm feelin' no pain, I'm in a whole 'nother dimensionNext mornin' wake up, don't remember shitBandage on my hand and dirty condom on my dick (Ugh)[Hook - Godemis & (Tech N9ne):]Which (One)You *****in' with pick (one)You label this fic(tion)You lookin' there is (none) is (none)Which (One)You *****in' with pick (one)You label this fic(tion)You lookin' there is (none) is (none)[Verse 3 - Tech N9ne:]Pick three and guess what you get, meI'm messed up and sicklyThe head is a mystery, quickly twist TWith a idiotic mix-ly, hit exotic chicks geeKillin' got it historyI've become a scumbag *****buddy needed to wipe afterShe got me and my lady's cum rag, that's just one of the things I done badLike when I put Dulcolax liquid mixed it within my brother's rum flaskI can make a love potion, give you the oceanThen you wake up in a pit gettin' instructions on how to rub ya lotionYou think I'm jokin' while listenin' to Drake's "The Motion"I put syphilis dick down her throat and that's without her havin' a notionI'm playin' I don't dare summon them other suckersThat tell me to do bad, there done and them under coversShe think the demon's unfair, Hung wants to love her loverAfter this verse she's not pickin' nare, one of them mother*****ers[Hook - Godemis & (Tech N9ne):]Which (One)You *****in' with pick (one)You label this fic(tion)You lookin' there is (none) is (none)Which (One)You *****in' with pick (one)You label this fic(tion)You lookin' there is (none) is (none)
