The Thing Lyrics - Tech N9ne

There's actually just one big thing 

On which most people base their final decision 

Ha! Ha! Ha! 

Hungry! Hungry! 

Starving! 

I think it's safe to say I'm a monster 

Yeah, because killing is my mantra 

Fellas wanna see me dead upper yonder 

But the women are fond of Ron, it's Don they conjure 

I'm big-headed 'cause Tecca N9na stay breaded 

I get it the wettest competitive, I just shredded your bed 

It's the crevice I fetish, call the medic you're deaded 

Push and pull, you're placed at pathetic 

Soul is so not sympathetic 

I'm on a roll, creepin' & I am outta control 

Women see Tecca N9na as the matter in the commode 

So I'm in there, like swimwear 

On a lady that's ridin' inside of what's skin bare 

I'm so hard, niggas don't even wanna face me 

But, it's the opposite with their women, they taste me 

So many hoes witness the trouble I bring, they cling for the stream 

I'm the king, I go by the name of "the thing" 

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It's sorta like a whatchamacallit (The thing!) 

If you ever saw it (The thing, the thing!) 

Give it to you like there's no tomorrow 

Sorta like both of ours (The thing, the thing!) 

You believe in what you believe in, B.I.G. for a reason (The thing, the thing!) 

All in 'em like I live in 'em hoes 

The thing's what I'm givin' 'em though 

Heart breaker, body part taker 

From your lady, negras hate us cuz thou art fakers 

Scheming when seekin' I found a tush 

When I blow that kush with a rhyme, I be beatin' around the bush 

Area, I'm scarier than malaria, the carrier of hysteria 

I swear he's just nefarious, with hairy nuts, the cherries bust 

Don't tell me to zip it, I'm wicked 

Your ladies, they take me in like I whip it 

Got a mind of my own, I'm in a zone 

I go deep into her like Tech N9ne in a song 

You can't tell me nothing, I'm in my prime and I'm grown 

My homie Nina behind, I still climbing alone 

Ill spit, real sick, need help real quick 

See nobody can hit the kill switch 

Still chill chicks, come get me something that I can feel, bitch 

Drill stick, I am Tech N9ne's dilsnick 

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It's sorta like a whatchamacallit (The thing!) 

If you ever saw it (The thing, the thing!) 

Give it to you like there's no tomorrow 

Sorta like both of ours (The thing, the thing!) 

You believe in what you believe in, B.I.G. for a reason 

(The thing, the thing!) 

All in 'em like I live in 'em hoes 

The thing's what I'm givin' 'em though 

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It's sorta like a whatchamacallit (The thing!) 

If you ever saw it (The thing, the thing!) 

Give it to you like there's no tomorrow 

Sorta like both of ours (The thing, the thing!) 

You believe in what you believe in, B.I.G. for a reason 

(The thing, the thing!) 

All in 'em like I live in 'em hoes 

The thing's what I'm givin' 'em though