Question Mark This! - Tech N9ne

Shit was all good just a week ago

Fiddled with that middle the best

Then you reject, give a little respect, like Aretha, yo

Damn

Gotta stop it, I’ma drop it if you pop it outta pocket like a pita, though

I need a ho that gon' let the cheeba grow then receive a blow

Instead of pushing me in a Living Single Latifah show

Hear me out, though

Should be normal and thinkin', severely out your noodle and really groucho

Your silly mouth go illy on the milly until we shout so join me it 'til it kill

me and should be outro

PMS-ing me nothing but a demon recipe

I’m seeing that could be being a threat to me fleeing effectively

You don’t get to be effing me when you wrecking me

Guess when y’all confess and regress it 'cause we in a mess debris

About to issue a check for you to follow connect to who you swallow wit'

excommunicado

Into the water, regret, you do the lotto when Tech, 'cause boo, ya hollow when

X you blew in sorrow

I ain’t tryna paint a dark picture

But I think that I needed a heart to heart with ya

But when the spark hit ya thinkin' that your bark sicker

With an imbalance to smothering yard nigga

Never been a fart kisser

I mean I can only take so much

You say some real shit, I’m like, «Hold up»

Never fails, every month, girl, you go nuts

Snappin' right out of it like nothing and be like, «So what?»

Actin' like it ain’t nothing when I’m so sick

From the coldest that you spoke with

I’m 'bout to kick you to the curb like I’m co-quitter

Let 'em roll off of me why you bringin' up old shit

Why?

I don’t know what to do, I don’t know what to do

You actin' a whole girl, no, girl, don’t know what you be going through

Question mark this, what’s the matter with you?

It’s like it’s a habit with you

If I ask you don’t call, don’t text, I can’t take that PMS shit

Shit was all good just a week ago

Now you 'bout to see repercussions from when my heat explode

PMS PSA this a message to you weaker hoes

I be the best in LA, it is not a fucking secret, yo

I am not the female no-one I’m Lex Bratcher

But all these captions like, «You should gas that, Lex"huh

Spittin' with the illest and I be killin' niggas feelings then I go drilling

Nah, fuck it, you can have that Tech, ha

She throws, these little niggas know I cease flows

Decrease the piece from the West to the East coast

Keep killers with me, they from The Bay, they lethal

G’s with me doin' more GTA than Niko

Why the fuck you talkin' that shit?

But I peeped, though

Copy my raps and that’s facts like they’re at Kinko’s

I’m in my bag, so get mad, 'cause dad you had your grasp

But fumbled your sack like at casinos

I know that my flow is vital

I be the IV to half of these pie holes

Try me, they sorry, s-s-stutterin' high notes

I never thought I’d come up with my American Idol

But Tecca Nina hit me up 'cause he like the way I be rippin'

Spit more content, got more fire than Scottie Pippen

If I’m honest niggas will probably never get this

Gotta be rockin', mama said keep them pots and pans in the kitchen

Like damn, you were supposed to be my G, ayy, man

Now they chalking your body dead in the street, amen

All these motherfuckers sleep

I’ma have to Lowrider George Lopez to my three AM

Hoppin' on your bros, where they do that at?

Question mark

I don’t know but 'round here we act serious

Head all bashed in family saddened

I’ll leave a pussy bleeding and that’s on period

Hey Tech

What’s up, Mel?

Why you gotta flash on me like that though, man?

Tech, when have you ever known me not to flash on you like that?

You feel like that’s cool?

You know what I’m sayin'?

Why you gotta s&le a nigga like that though?

Man, that’s what the fuck I do

Why?

I don’t know what to do, I don’t know what to do

You actin' a whole girl, no, girl, don’t know what you be going through

Question mark this, what’s the matter with you?

It’s like it’s a habit with you

If I ask you don’t call, don’t text, I can’t take that PMS shit