It will be set to be released on March 13, 2012 via Strange Music‘s label. Klusterfuk‘s consists of 6 tracks with features appearances Wrekonize, Krizz Kaliko and Aqualeo. Check out the full tracks below and download from Amazon
Tech N9ne Klusterfuk Tracklist:
1. Klusterfuk
2. Blur Feat. Wrekonize
3. Can’t Stand Me Feat. Krizz Kaliko
4. Ugly Duckling Feat. Aqualeo
5. Awkward
6. D.K.N.Y. Feat. Krizz Kaliko
(Ft. ¡Mayday!)
[Verse 1: Tech N9ne]
Bad day with my b!tch
Negativity on my phone is ridiculous
Limo shine up on the real Tech N9ne
They talkin’ ’bout I’m the sickness
Comin’ at that shit so vicious
Get up out of my bed, I’m sick of feelin’ restricted
Fans sayin’ I switched
They can tell I was hurt by lookin’ at my Twit pic
Got a call from Stevie, y’all know his steezie
Said he’s ’bout to come to KC, wanna have a get together, that’s easy
Got a little Cabo Wabo, some biz and Ciroc, yo
They wanna have it at my house, is there room for Frizz and Picasso?
Hell yeah, come on down
Told ?Mackazilla? be done on rounds, we gotta get more liquor, spread the fun around
We ’bout to kick it with family, put the gun on down
Nigga, I ain’t kicked it in eons
‘Bout to be cooler than Freon
Got another call from my homeboy in Denver, named Dion
He just pulled into KC sayin’ he’s double fisted, with bottles
I told him I was on liquor duty and ?Stone’em? was on models
All of my niggas ready for action
When I woke, I don’t remember this crashin’
I can try and tell you in the next verse
But I don’t really know what happened…
[Hook: Mayday]
It’s just a blur, blur, blur
The whole thing’s just a blur, blur, blur
It’s just a blur, blur, blur
The whole thing’s just a blur, blur, blur
The whole thing’s just a blur
[Verse 2: Tech N9ne]
Woke up, got sick, ain’t nobody sleepin’ in my shit
Looked in the mirror, that’s f-cked up
Because busted is my top lip
Real busted, real puffy, like a nigga punched me the f-ck out
I don’t smoke by my mouth taste like big ?? like my nigga Yukmouth
I think I remember two chicks, one thick, another was a toothpick
I think I was takin’ shots with ’em, of Patrón, I don’t do this
KC Teas, ghetto suds, talkin’ to the chick with ghetto butts
She was trippin’ when another beautiful widow cut
In front of me when she was talkin’, I said “Oh, f-ck!”
Everybody keep sayin’
But I don’t remember even seein’
But I heard if you really wanna please
Put one, two, and maybe three
Glimpses of a house full of b!tches and dancin’
And some losin’ their pants, romancin’ each other
And eating each other, and beating these brotha’s
My publicist almost stuck a b!tch
Cause she punched my nigga with her
But he kicked her out, ???
???
Then somehow when my ???
My lip hit her big head
[Hook:]
It’s just a blur, blur, blur
The whole thing’s just a blur, blur, blur
It’s just a blur, blur, blur
The whole thing’s just a blur, blur, blur
The whole thing’s just a blur
[Tech N9ne]
Scenario, what happened?
That nigga keep laughin’, cause he made all the drinks potent
My lip is f-cked, I’m not jokin’
Said she’s made up with hips out, she ’bout 5’1″, hell pretty, but Cripped out
Said she got a little cocky, called me a demon and I flipped out
Said her body was boozed up and her earlobes had a few cuts
I told him I don’t hit women, I don’t do stuff
I came downstairs, all my niggas still sprawled out
The makings of Caribou Lou, now there’s a loose screw
[Mayday]
The night was going perfectly, all seemed well
I woke up in the darkness dizzy, feelin’ like hell
I don’t feel like myself, oh no
I’ve never ever felt this way before in so long
It’s just a blur
(Voice recording of a girl)
[Hook: MAYDAY]
It’s just a blur, blur, blur
The whole thing’s just a blur, blur, blur
It’s just a blur, blur, blur
The whole thing’s just a blur, blur, blur
The whole thing’s just a blur
(Ft. B.o.B & Hopsin)
[Intro]
I see you looking at me
Looking at me, so I ask
[Hook]
Am I a psycho? Am I a psycho?
Yeah I’m a psycho, I guess I’m a psycho
[Verse 1: Tech]
You’re crazy, I like you, but you’re crazy, my tours paid me
So I used that dough to allure ladies, to manure bathe me
Never that, my mind’s for sure shady
Pure Hades, Rev X Steady couldn’t endure to save me
Why did I let this stripper burn me on the arm with a cigarette
In the same spot 10 times in a row when I felt that burn upon the clitoris?
I’ma get her wet, sorry to get carried away, I feel stupid cause I ain’t did her yet
Maybe she never let a fine nigga stare at her breasts, I get vexed but I ain’t bit her neck
Open! I try to contain it but that damn dame thang’s soakin’
Alter ego say why you let them gang bang folk in
Strange Lane hopin’ I can maintain coping
But ain’t nobody talkin when the insane mane spoken
I like fire on my skin, blood on my draws
From up on her walls, I’m suffering, I’m stuck in her claws
Stuffed in her jaws, huffin’ and puffin’ huddling on my dog afterwards
I like really hot scoldering water on my balls
[Hook]
Am I a psycho? Am I a psycho?
Yeah I’m a psycho, I guess I’m a psycho
[Verse 2: Hopsin]
Mom? Dad? I’m no longer the boy you’ve used to seeing
I’ve changed a lot, plus I’ve grown to hate every human being
My mood swings have now turned my dreams into gruesome scenes
Now I’m doing things I don’t normally do
When illusion seem to be the only pleasures I can gain
Heck, if I was sane I’d put down the mic and say f-ck it I’ll never rise to fame
But with the wicked records I contain, I could probably jump a 1000 name
No lovey-dovey let’s ignite the flame if you’re lucky you survive the pain
Sorry that ain’t very merry to say, why is this game so scary to play?
Well let me think, cause every day my balls are getting too hairy to shave
Pause a minute, I’m stressin’ the game if I go to hell, than heaven’s is to blame
I don’t mean to come off crazy but you mothaf-ckas seem to think that I’m hella deranged
When I was seven years old, I fell on my head and I severed my brain
If you think I’m lying then ask my mama nigga she’ll go tell you the same
Should I be ashamed? No, I’m living my life so ghetto fabulous
Before you get bent outta shape let me ask you this
[Hook]
Am I a psycho? Am I a psycho?
Yeah I’m a psycho, I guess I’m a psycho
[Verse 3: B.o.B]
I stab you with this mic and rap this verse I’m rappin’ to you
Matter fact I’m rapping through you, never say my motherf-cking name
Unless you absolutely have to I am not no fucking jacket
With no matching shoes and you are not no fashion guru
Can’t even see you niggas, y’all wish I was rappin’ to you
Matter of fact act like I’m rappin’ to you if that gives you passion
To use as an excuse to jump out of conclusion
That I’m attackin you dudes is just like old fashion voodoo
Y’all ain’t even the shit, no ya’ll ain’t even the doodoo
I got more flavor on the tissue paper under my Toobos
So I’m slapping you fools with wooden paddles you stupid
Baby sitting little bastards like little afternoon children
You can call me psychotic but it’s more like schizophrenic
And I can speak can anyone tell me just where my medicine is
Guess I gotta show these minors just what my avenue is
Man I swear I’m all up out of my brain like gradual students
I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings
I see your tears, come here, give me your face, let me clear it
But I wonder how it would look if I could peel it back with a skilliet
Then I’mma fill it crack when I hit it, then I’mma spill it back when you ill it
Dammit Bobit Moore, what in the hell, what in the heaven, what in the Earth
Where is your mom? Why do you curse? Where are you from?
Where was your birth? Where was you first? Why weren’t you in church?
Why is there dirt, all on your shirt? Man I think that you’re going berserk..
[Hook]
Am I a psycho? Am I a psycho?
Yeah I’m a psycho, I guess I’m a psycho
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