Tech N9ne Big Bad Wolf lyrics

I've got my gun on spray, so don't try to
(Pop, pop)
Run away, hit 'em with the big bad wolf
86 sick streak inside of me

I'm giving 'em a dilemma the coming of a killer
The phantom of all niggas who wanna be Nina
But listen I kill a bitch in a vision of Milli-Vanilli
Motherfuckers who's being murdered by the Big Bad Wolf

Computerism I'll give 'em a push ripped you and your mocking crew
What you gonna do when I pop at you, glock at you
Fill 'em with the venom who the fuck are you talking to?
Betray me, you crazy the kind of souls say Kevin Spacey

Niggas hate me, can't face me bitches like Cagney and Lacey
Basically tou can't ace me, I put that on school is the Lil Tracey
Ya better mace me, 'cause I'ma fuck up a niggas career
If you think you trying to bite me, taste me, listen to me

Like guerrilla monsoon I'ma a wolf, so I howl at the
Motherfucking moon, I can smell a rotten fella, cotton dwella
Hella props to the jella, my nigga loom, 2 little pigs
Niggas who wanted to be the Big Bad Wolf

Tecca Nina clone, that's why this little piggy hit the carpet
And the other little piggy stayed home
Chrome huff and I'll puff and I'll blow that fucking mic down and stuff
Hit me with a silver bullet and get it outta me
'Cause a weak bullet is only a mini-technicality

Follow me nigga if you gotta be Nina to get a bigger salary
Motherfucker to bust flows like Joe's or like those who make relish
And throw Midwest blows at foes take another look
You ain't off the hook, you been peeking in my book nigga, look

Take another look, you ain't off the hook
You been peeking in my book nigga, look
Take another look, you ain't off the hook
You been peeking in my book nigga, look
You being a bitch as in Brooke, you're nothing but a crook
So you niggas can't fuck with the Big Bad Wolf

I've got my gun on spray, so don't try to
(Pop, pop)
Run away, hit 'em with the big bad wolf
86 sick streak inside of me

You thought you built yo rhyme outta some brick
Tech N9ne blew 'em away like sticks
Let's find who got the way tight licks I bet mine

You'll get 'em, 'cause they like this

The real shit mama mia disagree a I really better see a
Then be a cause when a nigga flowed what he wrote, sorry
That's all folks ah, ba, dee ah, ba, dee, ah, ba, dee, ah
You little niggas you can't fuck with the wolf
You a devil with hooves and death books

Came to a Tech N9ne show and got took
By the lyrical anghellical voice that's shook
Satan, the Lord Rebuts ya the power of Christ compels you
To get the Haff away from the Ish I'm spitting
You're losing, I'm sorry to tell you who the man now, who the man now?

Motherfucker you a student, put ya hand down
Trying to growl like a wolf trying to pop like a Tech N9ne
Little nigga, you can't peck mine I'ma hairy motherfucker
With whiskers and I flips a hella script from here to Lamaviska

Kiss the fist of a nigga who walks so hard on niggas like you
I'll get a god damned blister nigga I'll huff and I'll puff
And I'll blow that fucking mic down and stuff
Hit me with a silver bullet and get it outta me
'Cause a weak bullet is only a mini-technicality

Follow me nigga if you gotta be Nina to get a bigger salary
Motherfucker to bust flows like Joe's or like those who make relish
And throw Midwest blows at foes take another look
You ain't off the hook, you been peeking in my book nigga, look

Take another look, you ain't off the hook
You been peeking in my book nigga, look
Take another look, you ain't off the hook
You been peeking in my book nigga, look
You being a bitch as in Brooke, you're nothing but a crook
So you niggas can't fuck with the Big Bad Wolf

I've got my gun on spray, so don't try to
(Pop, pop)
Run away, hit 'em with the big bad wolf
86 sick streak inside of me

I've got my gat on ya tongue, so don't try to duck and run
(Pop, pop)
'Cause I'ma let ya know that wolf in reverse says flow
I gotta big bad flow and I'ma let ya nigga know that I rip it
'Cause I believe six, six, triple eight, forty-six, ninety-nine three
Do ya know Big Bad Wolf smash chrome dome long gone