[Verse 1: Tech N9ne]

Bad day with my bitches, negativity on my phone is ridiculous

Limo shine up on TheRealTechN9ne

They talkin' 'bout me on the Sickness

Comin' at a nigga so vicious

Get up out of my bed, I'm sick of feelin' restricted

Fans sayin' I switched, they can tell I was hurt by lookin' at my Twit pic

Got a call from Stevie, y'all know his steezie

Said he's 'bout to come to KC, wanna have a get together, that's easy

Got a little Cabo Wabo, some beers and Cîroc, yo

They wanna have it at my house, is there room for Frizz and P-caso?

Hell yeah, come on down, told Makzilla to be done on rounds

We gotta get more liquor, spread the fun around

We 'bout to kick it with family, put the gun on down

Nigga, I ain't kicked it in eons, this 'bout to be cooler than Freon

Got another call from my homeboy in Denver, named Dion

He just pulled into KC sayin' he's double fisted with bottles

I told him I was on liquor duty and Stone nem was on models

All of my niggas ready for action, when I woke I don't remember this crashin'

I can try and tell you in the next verse, but I don't really know what happened

[Hook: Wrekonize]

It's just a blur, blur, blur

The whole thing's just a blur, blur, blur

It's just a blur, blur, blur

The whole thing's just a blur, blur, blur

The whole thing's just a blur

[Verse 2: Tech N9ne]

Woke up, got sick, ain't nobody sleepin' in my shit

Looked in the mirror, that's fucked up

Because busted is my top lip

Real busted, real puffy, like a nigga punched me the fuck out

I don't smoke, but my mouth taste like big weed like my nigga Yukmouth

I think I remember two chicks, one thick, another was a toothpick

I think I was takin' shots with 'em, of Patrón, I don't do this

KC Teas, ghetto suds, talkin' to the chick with ghetto butts

She was trippin' when another beautiful widow cut

In front of her talking to me and then I said "Oh, fuck!"

Everybody keep sayin'

But I don't remember even seein'

But I heard if you really wanna please

Put one, two, and maybe three

Glimpses of a house full of bitches and dancin'

And some losin' their pants and romancin' each other

And eating each other, and beating the brotha's

My publicist almost stuck a bitch

Cause she punched my nigga with her fucking fist

But he kicked her out, instead

She got a lie nigga something should have been said

Then somehow when I touched her

My lip hit her big head

[Hook: Wrekonize]

It's just a blur, blur, blur

The whole thing's just a blur, blur, blur

It's just a blur, blur, blur

The whole thing's just a blur, blur, blur

The whole thing's just a blur

[Verse 3: Tech N9ne]

Scenario, what happened? That nigga keep laughin'

Cause he made all the drinks potent, my lip is fucked, I'm not jokin'

Said she's made up with hips out, she 'bout 5'1", hell pretty, but Cripped out

Said she got a little cocky, called me a demon and I flipped out

Said her body was boozed up and her earlobes had a few cuts

I told him I don't hit women, It was not me, I don't do stuff

I came downstairs, all my niggas still sprawled out

The makings of Caribou Lou, now there's a loose screw

[Bridge: Wrekonize]

The night was going perfectly, all seemed well

I woke up in the darkness dizzy, feelin' like hell

I don't feel like myself, oh no

I've never ever felt this way before in so long

It's just a blur

[Phone message from a woman:] Hey, um… It… it’s [beep] I don’t really… I’m not gonna front. I don’t know what the fuck happened last night, or nothin' like that, ya know. I’m not trippin', but… I don’t have my purse or nothin' like that and I know… I don’t re..really remember how I got back to my home, and I just really need you to help me… um… get my purse. So, if you could, call me. Please, I would appreciate it. Alrighty. Thank you. Bye

[Hook: Wrekonize]

It's just a blur, blur, blur

The whole thing's just a blur, blur, blur

It's just a blur, blur, blur

The whole thing's just a blur, blur, blur

The whole thing's just a blur