Intro. Mm-mm, mm, mm-mm. Tss. Verse 1. My nail tech knows how to keep a lil' secret. I don't wish for my success, I speak it. I caught a buzz, and you did too, but you tweakin'. I look like I been
heartless. In a minute, toxic, caustic. Coulda lost your optic. With a millimeter boss. Get soft in it. * off this mosh pit Einstein, Tech N9ne shines. Behind thine rhymes. (I'm signed to mine
