South Side by Tier On3 Lyrics

Verse 1-
Try to write brainstorm a chorus
Slide and slipping in the porous
Ride and ripping with the taurus
Find the sight my pain is soaring

In the august guess I'm honest
Skeletons hide inside my closet
Giving hearts to my god with wings
Picking hard synths with floss of string

Rapping projectile vomiting
Strapping insectile targeting
The lotus stance is promising
My local trans. are hardening

My bogus plans are blossoming
STN marketing is profiting
My skull is blocking sun
I’m popping drums without snares and kicks
Liquor store I'm popping guns
It ain't easy like dropping cum
My mouth is freezing from my chopping tongue
Take my powers with your talking lungs

Place flowers I send her some
Let mom know I'm not pledging dumb
Snake and bat settings are refreshing
For my scenting of getting some

Sit back and listen to the dude
Don't be rude and annoying like the blues
I'm killing time you should tune into the news
I am cruel and violent like the brutes

The games an ocean Franks in a pool
The jury won't stop ignoring the truth
The governments choking
Cuz my hands vouch free doom

Chorus 1-
What you know about it
What you know about it
What you know about it
Rolling with my clique
What you know
What you know
What you know
About that south side shit
What you know about it
What you know about it
What you know about it
Rolling with my clique
What you know
What you know
What you know
About that south side shit
Verse 2-
3.1 quatro underground shut your pie hole
Put the lid back and go with my road
Pray my verbals don't shake the fly zone
It not Osama its my light show

So fly in the air with my eyes closed
Syllable sliding analyzing that i might hole
Punch you haters faces
Like my lines don't have enough white coke

I ain't chopping tree roots
Lumber jacks be getting mad at me
Cuz when I gots to speed it up
I get caught by hobo jacked police

Every time I meet a chick
They always got the stacked up D's
I say that I'm an emcee
Oh baby can you rap for me

Sure

I'm attacking beats with my blast of heat
Go crazy rabies rapping rapidly
The games supposed to be my wife
But my heart and brain ain't living happily
Get these papers out
Wait which one do i choose
Divorce or where my thoughts go loose
Go to an enchanted forest and turn blue

I had to spit it savagely
Exercise the beat like I'm twisted with the lack of the
Emotion of my other heart by half of 3
With a posse that hacks down emcees

Mormons going ham on beef
Don't want it with me better have an acid dream
Cuz underneath my laughing sleeve
Is a pencil made of rusty jagged teeth

Chorus 2-
What you know about it
What you know about it
What you know about it rolling with my clique
What you know
What you know
What you know
About that south side shit
What you know about it
What you know about it
What you know about it
Rolling with my clique
What you know
What you know
What you know
About that south side shit
Bout' that south side shit
Bout' that south side shit
Bout' that south side shit
What you know about it
Im coming through your tv
Breaking into colored house

Verse 3-
Burn the bible with the passion of christ
Armageddon I’m not gonna let it happen twice
I’m a grab a knife and stick it in your personality
Memories start to become my deadly casualties

Cleaned with a bloody sham wow
I smell pussy with magnum packed rounds
God wanted to make it damp out
Cuz I'm drowning in my sin of being trapped crowned

Passion for christ with bribed deals
They keep evading from my skill
I go down poverty hill with light meals
I got fam to provide i live and die real

Half of you can't even hide pills
You can't live without the high feel
No vice scrilla cuz
Your moneys clamped up
Like your bank got robbed with tribe steel

Don't pull out the hate gotta regret the mistake
Bit by a venomous snake with a tip full a hate
Go get aids ok with a RIP on ya grave
Get out the way when the lie is a lip hole of shame

So i make ya verbally receive the pay
Your ass has already been given away
This is a diss to all my haters speaking hey
How you doing
Im ok

Fuck your opinion you listen to shit in ya ear
No wonder you say I’m bad you can't crack a Bic in a year
He wants me to open up her bloody ligaments dear
I’m a new Tech N9ne con lyrics and a clip load of fear

Mad cuz they don’t have my recipe
Anger fueled by fires of jealousy
Like slim shady I’m a be a universal legacy
Cuz I chemically alter my jaws of weaponry

Chorus 3-