b*tch Slap lyrics

[Intro: Tech N9ne]
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 b*tch slap

[Verse 1: Tech N9ne]
Somebody go hit the coroner there's been a mishap
This one's a real altercation and no f*cking 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 b*tch 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 sh*t
I'm sure that we can help you out and take you to your master
Let's go!

[Chorus: Tech N9ne]
b*tch slap!
Quick cap!
b*tch slap!
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[Verse 2: Tech N9ne]
Phonk is the condition, won't give up submission
Wrong as f*ck for 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)
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 sh*t creek is where you swimmin', you as*h*le
[Chorus: Tech N9ne]
b*tch slap!
Quick cap!
b*tch slap!
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[Verse 3: GreatDaeg]
Talking all your sh*t, cut the crap (Cut the crap)
I don't do the chit chat, I b*tch slap (I b*tch slap)
You big cap (mhm, Big cap), you big mad (Big Mad)
You need a hand but you gon' get this b*tch slap (Yah)
Look me in my face, look me in my eyes (In my eyes)
Lil' Myers flow but I don't need a knife (Knife)
These hands ain't no joke, make a devil cry (He'll cry)
I know it's hard for you to do, but b*tch don't kill my vibe
You can get it too, get-

[Chorus: Tech N9ne]
b*tch slapped!
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b*tch slap!
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[Verse 4: Corey Taylor]
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
Motherf*cker is a prodigal landmine
In the medias, never get a number one
I'm falling down a f*cking flight of stairs
Like I'm Jesus f*cking 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
[Chorus: Tech N9ne]
b*tch slap!
Quick cap!
b*tch slap!
Quick-

[Interlude: Hopsin]
Ayo Tech! Hold up!
I got something to say on this sh*t real quick man
Yo

[Verse 5: Hopsin]
At it again
Let me find out you been yapping your lips
That's an offense
I ain't gon' stand for this sh*t, 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
b*tch, I'm rowdy, and trodden where don't nobody go
Lining haters up, eenie, meanie, miney, moe, now he goes, adios
Then I reload the beast mode to behold the King's throne
Get Deebo'd and be gone
If you don't wanna get b*tch-slapped, don't leave home, n*gga
[Chorus: Tech N9ne]
b*tch slap!
Quick cap!
b*tch slap!
Quick-
b*tch slap!
Quick cap!
b*tch slap!
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