Lyrics Blur - Tech N9ne , Wrekonize

Bad day with my bitches
Negativity on my phone is ridiculous
No more shine up on the real Tech N9ne
They talkin' bad on the sickness
Comin' at a nigga so vicious
Get up out of my bed, I'm sick of feelin' restricted
Fans sayin' that 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 'bout to come to KC, wanna have a little get together, that's easy
Got a little Cabo Wabo, some biz and Ciroc, yo
They wanna have it at my house, is there room for Frizz and Picasso?

Hell yeah, come on down
Told Mackazilla that we done on rounds, we gotta get more liquor, spread the fun on 'round
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'em was on models

All of my niggas ready for action
When I woke, all I remembered is crashin'
I can try and tell you in the next verse
But I don't really know what happened...

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

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 butt
She was trippin' when another beautiful widow cut
In front of her talkin' to me and then I said, "Oh, fuck!"

Everybody keep sayin' (Becka Joy)
But I don't remember even seein' (Becka Joy)
But I heard if you really wanna please (Becka Joy)
Put one, two, maybe three in (Becka Joy)
Glimpses of a house full of bitches and dancin'
And some losin' they pants and romancin' each other
And eating each other, and beating me brothas
My publicist almost stuck a bitch
Cause she punched my nigga with her fuckin' fist
But he kicked her out, instead
She outta line, nigga somethin' shoulda been said
Then somehow when I touched her
My lip hit her big head

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

Scenario, what happened?
That nigga keep laughin', cause he made all the drinks potent
My lip is fucked, I'm not jokin'
Said she was made up with hips, 'bout 5'1, hell pretty, but Cripped out
Said that she got a little cocky and called me a demon and I flipped out
Said that her body was bruised 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
Came downstairs, all my niggas still sprawled out
Then I saw empty bottles, the makings of Caribou Lou, (damn)
Now there's a loose screw

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

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