"Blammers And Burners (Full Version)" lyrics - TECH N9NE

[Verse 1: Crooked I]
So many niggas wanna come at the Crooked and let a couple of shots
Spin me around like I'm a featherweight, not knowing that I'm heavyweight
My Smith & Wesson weapon will make you elevate and levitate
When I regulate I hit the streets like I never ate
I click heat and I never wait, I wouldn't hesitate
To strap a time bomb to myself and hug you until it detonates
You're 6 feet, I'm 11'8''
And if I told you once, I told you twice
I hold the guns, I'm so precise, so run nigga run
When the soldier come, I'm cold as ice
So hold your tongue or roll the dice, you're done when I come
I'm a poltergeist, I'm givin' 'em rhythm quick as a cobra strikes
Kill 'em and kill 'em again
The shots slow your life, you should've known the price
Killer that holds the knife to your throat and slice
And when I'm creepin' by, dippin' the 'Lac
Homie the reason I'm rippin' the gat is to go BRRAT BRRAT
Then your people die, nigga, blink your eyes
I'll put you on your back quicker than that

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[Verse 2: Tech N9ne]
Molotov an' I'm offin' 'em in a coffin for the double crossin'
We toss em off in the mossy talkin' boss when he solvin' 'em
We causin' problem after problem we got 'em
Put them at the bottom in the sodom column we fraud 'em we shot 'em
Is anybody listenin', I'm on a mission to dig his ditch 'n
Picture many christening with the pistol 'n poppin
The second I'm 'bout to cock it
Get ready for the rocket then it's off with his head
He running off at the mouth then he dead
Straight raw with it, I'mma get saw with it
Rip a little snitch when he drippin' now bitch crawl in it
Tattle-tale and you got the whole hood shook
Tell the people we evil that the whole hood cook, that is no good look
The penalty for the pussy that put us in
Penitentiaries, rolled, shook, whooped
His motherfuckin' ass for givin' Po's good crooks
We put'em in a section where there was no good books
Understandable why your body is flammable
Handle your famo with ammo nigga animaly cannibal
Man oh man I'mma damage every stran' of botanicals
With Barry Manilow playin' man my hand is mechanical
Stuck repeatedly heated me and serviced 'n cheated me
So he bleeded immediately depleted me deity
Creepy I'm feeling deeply when I'm speaking of sleeping
The recently deceased peeps, he defeated so easily
Hush when you're rollin through KC-MO
Better bust or they gonna lose their people
Nigga killa city we hella for real and gritty
Itty bitty you shitty we let the stray heat go
Anybody trying get over can never see us
Put your money over your mouth or get beat up
Bloody murder we got it comin through your speakers
Tecca Ninna with Crooked I busting niggas and we just *Explosion*