You've dropped six feet under six feet The area where ordinary people can't sleep Tech N9ne, Don Juan, Midwest Siders, baby Strange Days got the Tecca Nina goin' crazy Hear this I'm back from Necropolis, N9ne hip-hop stylist Fear this distraught counterfeit rap clowns get rushed out Q said it's on me so the contract wouldn't con me Ten times harder and twenty shades darker than Jon B This round I'm a killer menace, better get down with the militantest Criminalest, villainest, killas feelin' this guerrilla venom hella realin' it With the darkness I'mma spark this heartlessness With a bark of this marvelous soul consumption With dyslexic malfunctions like Eugor god rof efil aggin kcuf ruoy werc Yeht detautafni htiw tihs ew od Sesuj Tsirhc tog em nillik snomed ot eht tselluf I keeps my rella, killa All my ladies make it (Shake-shake) Make it hop it ain't too late to make the (Earthquake) Papa work it take your relly make 'em (Pounce-pounce) All my peoples on the planet won't y'all (Bounce-bounce, bounce-bounce) Show my homies (LOVE) all the players (WHAT) We just quakin' if you hatin' we don't give a (FUCK) To all the ladies (LOVE) all my hookers (WHAT) We just quakin' if you hatin' we don't give a (FUCK, WHAT)