Earthquake

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

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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)