[Intro: Makzilla]

Aye Sam

Man, you need to stop being so nice and modest

To these jugga head ass niggas out here

They running around like they don't know Strange is the lions den

Nigga we the muthafucking kings of the jungle

I'm in the restaurant chilling with this new piece of bootany the other night

You know a nigga gonna give me a CD

Talking about

Mackzilla, tell Tech he better come to the studio

And fuck with us, or else

I said, don't you punk brother ass niggas know

This is Monopoly, don't nobody pass go and collect 200 dollars

Unless we say so

[Verse 1: Tech N9ne]

This is merciless, this is musical massacre, mammoth, imagine my motive, mayne, no murking us, mimicking muthafuckas may mock

But on my mama millimeter, my missions, mo murder, make millions, mack mommies and mosh

This is pain, this unforgettable thang, is my talent untamable? Tech is the tyranny, bang

On you niggas who never have respect for whoever pulling you pussies apart, my competitor's plain

In the dark when they sleep on my incredible heat, fuck you, I'm fed up, my fist for you faggots and freaks

Go tell your industry peeps that fuck peace released, Bs for blood, we banging and blasting at beef

This is ignorant, get a whiff of his lyrics, so rigorous, niggerous, carnivorous delivery, come with me

It'll be bitches and thizzery, fuck with me and believe that we niggas will put you out of your misery

[Chorus: Tech N9ne]

If you ever disrespect, I'll put you out of your misery

Put you-I'll put you-I'll put you-put you out of your misery

If you run up on my set, I'll put you out of your misery

Put you-I'll put you-I'll put you-put you out of your misery

I'm a muthafucking vet, I'll put you out of your misery

Put you-I'll put you-I'll put you-put you out of your misery

You 'bout to make me cock (Cock) back (Back) aim (Aim)

My mission is to pop (Pop) that (That) brain (Brain)

[Verse 2: Journalist]

My split is psycho like Michael's knife, I admire your Freddy Kruger then dream your life

My brain is too deep, I can think alive and kill death itself in one of freestyle lines

Lyrically, rappers aren't better than me 'cause I'm hard in this rap game, you lighter then a feather to me

So come with it, it's the devil in me that'll blast at your afterlife until your ass is resting in peace

Muthafucka, you don't want it with a gangsta, sixteen shots and have my little brother shank ya

Thank ya, no thank ya, boy rearrange ya hands with ya head, heads up and I'll bang ya

I hear you barking but you ain't bit shit, my shot's dig through, they call 'em hollow tips

It's a killa season and you ain't killed shit, Misery Loves Kompany, now a compliment bitch

[Chorus: Tech N9ne]

If you ever disrespect, I'll put you out of your misery

Put you-I'll put you-I'll put you-put you out of your misery

If you run up on my set, I'll put you out of your misery

Put you-I'll put you-I'll put you-put you out of your misery

I'm a muthafucking vet, I'll put you out of your misery

Put you-I'll put you-I'll put you-put you out of your misery

You 'bout to make me cock (Cock) back (Back) aim (Aim)

My mission is to pop (Pop) that (That) brain (Brain)

[Verse 3: Yukmouth]

This is misery, misery artillery for the killing spree

Hit the block, see the enemy, kill 'em off like a Kennedy

Ecstasy, Hennessy and a lemon squeeze

You niggas finna be put on obituaries and white tees, that's misery

Rome to Italy, riding on chrome literally

Yuk Godzilla, King Kong ain't got shit on me

Riddle me, riddle me, Which rapper gone snitch on me

When I shoot up his Bentley and put him out of his misery

They asked about the beef with Game and The Unit

Squashed my beef with The Game and do my thang with The Unit

Bo signed to Cashville, I'm making it rain in Houston, Rap-A-Lot for life

You'll find your body slain in Houston, bitch, I'm on the block with that Praline

Until the cop's jumping out the van like the A-Team, I slang cream

The West Coast Don and Kansas City King, you ain't know? Tecca Nina, General in The Regime

[Chorus: Tech N9ne]

If you ever disrespect, I'll put you out of your misery

Put you-I'll put you-I'll put you-put you out of your misery

If you run up on my set, I'll put you out of your misery

Put you-I'll put you-I'll put you-put you out of your misery

I'm a muthafucking vet, I'll put you out of your misery

Put you-I'll put you-I'll put you-put you out of your misery

You 'bout to make me cock (Cock) back (Back) aim (Aim)

My mission is to pop (Pop) that (That) brain (Brain)