"Which One" lyrics
(feat. Murs & Godemis)
[Godemis:]
Yeah, which one of ya idiots claims that you know me?
You don't have a clue so back up little 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 gon' eat 'em
My power circlin' small, I think outta the box
And try different angles direct, tangled 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, you better choose wisely
Greet 'em with ketamine and that Adderall IV
Try me
Checking 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
[Godemis & Tech N9ne:]
Which one
You fuckin' with
Pick one
You label this fiction
You lookin' there is none, is none
Which one
You fuckin' with
Pick one
You label this fiction
You lookin' there is none, is none
[Murs:]
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 supposed 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 talking 'bout the bodies buried in my basement
Spirits talking to me, I can hear 'em, I can see 'em too
(see that shit)
Looking in the mirror and I tell him 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
(shut the fuck up)
Hand bleeding needing medical attention
I'm feeling no pain, I'm in another dimension
Next mornin' wake up, don't remember shit
Bandage on my hand and dirty condom on my dick (Ugh)
[Godemis & Tech N9ne:]
Which one
You fuckin' with
Pick one
You label this fiction
You lookin' there is none, is none
Which one
You fuckin' with
Pick one
You label this fiction
You lookin' there is none, is none
[Tech N9ne:]
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 fuck-buddy 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' nary one of them motherfuckers
[Godemis & Tech N9ne:]
Which one
You fuckin' with
Pick one
You label this fiction
You lookin' there is none, is none
Which one
You fuckin' with
Pick one
You label this fiction
You lookin' there is none, is none
Yeah, which one of ya idiots claims that you know me?
You don't have a clue so back up little 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 gon' eat 'em
My power circlin' small, I think outta the box
And try different angles direct, tangled 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, you better choose wisely
Greet 'em with ketamine and that Adderall IV
Try me
Checking 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
[Godemis & Tech N9ne:]
Which one
You fuckin' with
Pick one
You label this fiction
You lookin' there is none, is none
Which one
You fuckin' with
Pick one
You label this fiction
You lookin' there is none, is none
[Murs:]
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 supposed 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 talking 'bout the bodies buried in my basement
Spirits talking to me, I can hear 'em, I can see 'em too
(see that shit)
Looking in the mirror and I tell him 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
(shut the fuck up)
Hand bleeding needing medical attention
I'm feeling no pain, I'm in another dimension
Next mornin' wake up, don't remember shit
Bandage on my hand and dirty condom on my dick (Ugh)
[Godemis & Tech N9ne:]
Which one
You fuckin' with
Pick one
You label this fiction
You lookin' there is none, is none
Which one
You fuckin' with
Pick one
You label this fiction
You lookin' there is none, is none
[Tech N9ne:]
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 fuck-buddy 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' nary one of them motherfuckers
[Godemis & Tech N9ne:]
Which one
You fuckin' with
Pick one
You label this fiction
You lookin' there is none, is none
Which one
You fuckin' with
Pick one
You label this fiction
You lookin' there is none, is none
