Lyrics Death Threats - Tech N9ne feat. King Iso

Lay it down, lay it down, bitch (hey), bitch (hey)
Lay it down, lay it down, bitch (hey), bitch (hey)
Lay it down, lay it down, bitch (hey), bitch (hey)
Lay it down, lay it down, bitch (hey), bitch (hey)
Lay it down, lay it down, bitch (hey), bitch (hey)
Your press better lay it down
Cause homie don't play around
In my face they don't say around
And they never dissuade a crowd (never dissuade let's go!)
I get your death threats 'cause I'm the king bitch
Money, groupies, drugs and alcohol and bling shit
I get your death threats 'cause I'm the king bitch
Money, groupies, drugs and alcohol and bling shit
King shit bring glitz, teams get fiendish
They see me looking like a mean lick
You dreamed this, your bean split
The demon said they want my wing clipped
And my green stripped, I seen zip
Talk a lot of shit but never steppin' to me
Not a weapon for me, nah!
I get your death threats 'cause I'm the king bitch
Money, groupies, drugs and alcohol and bling shit
I get your death threats 'cause I'm the king bitch
Money, groupies, drugs and alcohol and bling shit
Wanna get to me, with the AK but I'm running with the B
Never son of Mr. T, hoes keep coming with the V
Cause they here Tech stunting with the D
From a lit degree, tell me what the G
They try to figure how much money this'll be
Little dummy chickadee
Try me, am I gonna quickly eat a nigga like a yummy fricassee
Bitch!
I get your death threats 'cause I'm the king bitch
Money, groupies, drugs and alcohol and bling shit
I get your death threats 'cause I'm the king bitch
Money, groupies, drugs and alcohol and bling shit
Man, what the fuck can you expect
When you rapping with niggas who be thinking y'all neck neck
Now they wanna flunk with the master because I flex, bet
I been on my Independent Grind and you a tech det
Now I'm out with Tech, yes
Bitch I'm Bout Ta' Bubble like a methhead
Sleeping on me, that'll be ya deathbed
Fly whooping Mitchell from the Jet set
When your future's promising but not with them
They try to send you death threats!
I get your death threats 'cause I'm the king bitch
Money, groupies, drugs and alcohol and bling shit
I get your death threats 'cause I'm the king bitch
Money, groupies, drugs and alcohol and bling shit
I think you really better think about
the cockamamie shit your gonna pull first
Cause if you do then I'm gonna pull first
The tool squirts and you'll hurt
Death threats give me fuel burst
Your bull chirps of jewel jerks
Get a motherfucking fool merked
And stay out of the Woolworths!
I get your death threats 'cause I'm the king bitch
Money, groupies, drugs and alcohol and bling shit
I get your death threats 'cause I'm the king bitch
Money, groupies, drugs and alcohol and bling shit
Lay it down, lay it down, bitch (hey), bitch (hey)
Lay it down, lay it down, bitch (hey), bitch (hey)
Lay it down, lay it down, bitch (hey), bitch (hey)
Lay it down, lay it down, bitch (hey), bitch (hey)