paroles de chanson Which One - Tech N9ne , Murs , Godemis
Yeah,
which
one
of
ya
idiots
claims
that
ya
know
me
Ya
don't
have
a
clue
so
back
up
lil
homie
My
headpiece
is
heated
I
hang
with
heretics
We
load
up
and
lock
and
aim
where
the
red
is
And
bang
where
your
head
is,
I
bet
y'all
will
beat
it
Oh
Dean,
that's
my
dog,
them
words
y'all
will
eat
'em
My
power
circlin'
small,
I
think
outta
the
box
And
try
different
angles
to
wreck
tables
or
not
My
shot's
wet
as
a
whistle,
I'm
on
fire
fam
Y'all
don't
even
know
that's
my
column
in
y'all's
diagram
Who
they
want,
Godi
or
Donnie,
ya
better
choose
wisely
Greet
'em
with
ketamine
and
then
that
Adderall
IV,
try
me
Checkin'
to
see
if
the
guy's
fearin'
ya
They
wishin'
I
would
go
stick
my
dick
in
the
criteria
It's
all
good,
doin'
the
type
of
shit
y'all
wish
y'all
could
Dippin'
out
with
skaters
through
fuckin'
acres
in
y'all
hood
Which
(One)
You
fuckin'
with
pick
(one)
You
label
this
fic(tion)
You
lookin'
there
is
(none)
is
(none)
Which
(One)
You
fuckin'
with
pick
(one)
You
label
this
fic(tion)
You
lookin'
there
is
(none)
is
(none)
The
story
of
my
twin
and
I,
Pisces
not
a
Gemini
One
of
us
is
underwater,
other
floatin'
in
the
sky
Highs
and
the
lows
of
me,
violence
in
the
poetry
My
evil
twin
we
goin'
in,
I
told
him
to
let
go
of
me
(Nigga
let
go!)
Don't
let
nobody
close
to
me,
drunk
when
I'm
not
s'posed
to
be
I
take
a
sip,
start
to
trip
and
won't
nobody
know
it's
me
One
bottle
Jameson,
take
it
to
the
face
and
then
Now
I'm
talkin'
'bout
the
bodies
buried
in
my
basement
Spirits
talkin'
to
me,
I
can
hear
'em,
I
can
see
'em
too
Lookin'
in
the
mirror
and
I
tell
'em
it's
just
me
and
you
One
of
us
is
goin'
out,
the
one
that's
always
showin'
out
I
put
my
fist
right
through
the
glass
and
told
that
bitch
to
close
his
mouth
Hand
bleedin'
needin'
medical
attention
I'm
feelin'
no
pain,
I'm
in
a
whole
'nother
dimension
Next
mornin'
wake
up,
don't
remember
shit
Bandage
on
my
hand
and
dirty
condom
on
my
dick
(Ugh)
Which
(One)
You
fuckin'
with
pick
(one)
You
label
this
fic(tion)
You
lookin'
there
is
(none)
is
(none)
Which
(One)
You
fuckin'
with
pick
(one)
You
label
this
fic(tion)
You
lookin'
there
is
(none)
is
(none)
Pick
three
and
guess
what
you
get,
me
I'm
messed
up
and
sickly
The
head
is
a
mystery,
quickly
twist
T
With
a
idiotic
mix-ly,
hit
exotic
chicks
gee
Killin'
got
it
history
I've
become
a
scumbag
fuckbuddy
needed
to
wipe
after
She
got
me
and
my
lady's
cum
rag,
that's
just
one
of
the
things
I
done
bad
Like
when
I
put
Dulcolax
liquid
mixed
it
within
my
brother's
rum
flask
I
can
make
a
love
potion,
give
you
the
ocean
Then
you
wake
up
in
a
pit
gettin'
instructions
on
how
to
rub
ya
lotion
You
think
I'm
jokin'
while
listenin'
to
Drake's
"The
Motion"
I
put
syphilis
dick
down
her
throat
and
that's
without
her
havin'
a
notion
I'm
playin'
I
don't
dare
summon
them
other
suckers
That
tell
me
to
do
bad,
there
done
and
them
under
covers
She
think
the
demon's
unfair,
Hung
wants
to
love
her
lover
After
this
verse
she's
not
pickin'
nare,
one
of
them
motherfuckers
Which
(One)
You
fuckin'
with
pick
(one)
You
label
this
fic(tion)
You
lookin'
there
is
(none)
is
(none)
Which
(One)
You
fuckin'
with
pick
(one)
You
label
this
fic(tion)
You
lookin'
there
is
(none)
is
(none)
1 Nobody Cares
2 Withdrawal
3 Straight Out the Gate (The Scott Stevens remix)
4 Sut Mig
5 SOTG (remix intro)
6 We Are Free
7 Strangeulation IV
8 Stink
9 Na Na
10 Strangeulation III
11 Fear
12 Which One
13 Strangeulation II
14 Great Night
15 Nobody Cares (The Remix)
16 Make Waves
17 Hard (A Monster Made It)
18 Strangeulation I
19 Over It
20 Great Night
21 Red Rags
22 American Horror Story
23 Strangeulation III
24 Na Na
25 The Calling
26 SOTG (remix intro)
27 Straight Out the Gate (The Scott Stevens remix)
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