Tech N9ne – Kickiter Lyrics

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Bass hit, face kick, all around the world they play this
‘Ello mate, wasted, run up on the stage go ape shit
KICKITER です
俺は これ わ
それ わ あれは
彼は KICKITER です
まじて なに
We BUH BUH BUH BUH!
Kick it like Jackie

My healthy body still crave molly (chyeah!)
But I don’t need no restraints and a mask and I’m never transported on a dolly (uh uh)
Prolly catch me drunk AF on a KC trolly, gee golly
When they recognize me they pass me the Buddz on Collie (what!)
Halloween woke up in Honolulu, everything free because I’m a guru, true
Go shoppin wanna do blue but muscle memory is telling me soo woo woo
Chicken lasagna to chew, Uso’s tell me if it’s drama you cue
Crew to put them llamas through you, colostomy bag how you gonna boo boo (go!)
Woke up in a room out Vegas, gonna give Kendrick and Tyler a shout later
But too many edible goodies the mouth ate up, so we tryna really get in wit a Tao waiter
Lookin flyly (chyeah!) beauty by T (chyeah!) she wanna know the answer to the question why me (chyeah!)
We walkin through the telly where we pay the high fee
Holy shit lock B’s wit the homie YG (woo!)
I’m on the radar of every A star
In this music biz when they view this kid they see me as a quasar (chyeah!)
Finally goin Kamasutra crazy, doin’ it like I want a future, baby
But I be careful where I shoot the gravy, holding the base of it like a ukulele (chyeah!)
Some of the homies they go polygamist, offer the N9na ta hit the wiz a bit
I had to reject it I’m not to give her this respect’ll cut off the horny the nigga shit
Woke up in the Caribbean and smokin the therapy in the ocean is there a reason ta give a hit
To folk wit a pair of heathen with liver lips, I broke from the terror leavin I sizzle it
Ari, zona, bag is, packed
Backstage, passes, Cactus Jack (that’s right!)
I’m so, gungho, ask for, tracks
Cause I, know I, got the, racks! (Yup!)
Dipped and this the way bosses, get the chips and stay cautious
Tips the strippers bae tossed it, a little gift like them Chick-Fil-A sauces (chyeah!)
I save em you’re no longer privy to the way I pop up in places that Iggy do
Woke up in Australia, this city too poppin hoppin got me shroomin at Sydney Zoo (Sydney Zoo)

Bass hit, face kick, all around the world they play this
‘Ello mate, wasted, run up on the stage go ape shit
KICKITER です
俺は これ わ
それ わ あれは
彼は KICKITER です
まじて なに
We BUH BUH BUH BUH!
Kick it like Jackie

My last show at Red Rocks 12,000 people (chyeah!)
750 extra (chyeah!) everybody to greet you (chyeah!)
Cause what I spit is brrr and wit the quickness sir
Some jealous visitors bitches were kickiters (chyeah!)
Pass out on Caribou Lou, that’s because Kaliko makes terribou lou, ew
That drink unfair cause you spew, 151 okay there was the true voodoo
One place I dare ya to view Nova Scotia, Canada where the Moo shu
Screw 5 to 1 share the pu pu I was chased by a sex crazy pair of cuckoos (AH!)
Daughter wantin me to meet her MILF married woman want that cheater guilt
Never they get this leader milk I ran away truckin cause I can tell they were Peterbilt
No way I give her the god (no!) mosey hoes we don’t deliver the rod (no!)
Kickiter watchin from afar when Mr. Marcus shot a porno theme of Wizard of Oz (wow!)
Center stage rip it hit for hit (chyeah!) been this paid with the sickest spit (chyeah!)
Renegades sip this wicked shit (chyeah!) lemonade mixed with distillate (what)
I make party, I’m the caca, hit yo town, I want that zaza
Never seen a Chupacabra, but I saw my sold out venue in Moskva
I think Adina Howard wanted ta -nevermind

Ha ha ha
Yeah
That’s a wrap