nothin

some daze i fear no ending

 mind numbing and thought bending

 have a hit of haze turn my speakers up and its like teccha ninna in the place

 i look at the poster of his face

 you see moshin in my room and mashin up the place

 decorating tedious to smear my emotions slappin paint on my face

 its natural to me cuz im part native you see

 smoke is my disguise

 im now a stranger see the red of my eyes

 a growl is danger

 uh to tame her

 me and my girlie takin turns riding faces

 papa keep knockin like the speakers in the basement

 face in coochie i taste this, we wasted, taste hairy, im faceless

 we giggle and wish tech n9ne was part of this

 he come so hard he makes us gush in places

 but i aint rappin on nothing

 this just a taste of my fragrance