Which One

(album: Strangeulation - 2014)

[Verse 1 Godemis:]
Yeah, which one of ya idiots claims that ya know me
Ya don't have a clue so back up lil 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 will eat 'em
My power circling small, I think outta the box
And try different angles to wreck tables 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, ya better choose wisely
Greet 'em with ketamine and then that Adderall IV, try me
Checking to see if the guy's fearing ya
They wishing I would go stick my dick in the criteria
It's all good, doing the type of shit y'all wish y'all could
Dipping out with skaters through fucking acres in y'all hood

[Hook Godemis & (Tech N9ne):]
Which (One)
You fucking with pick (one)
You label this fic(tion)
You looking there is (none) is (none)
Which (One)
You fucking with pick (one)
You label this fic(tion)
You looking there is (none) is (none)

[Verse 2 Murs:]
The story of my twin and I, Pisces not a Gemini
One of us is underwater, other floating in the sky
Highs and the lows of me, violence in the poetry
My evil twin we going in, I told him to let go of me (Nigga let go!)
Don't let nobody close to me, drunk when I'm not s'posed 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
Looking in the mirror and I tell 'em it's just me and you
One of us is going out, the one that's always showing out
I put my fist right through the glass and told that bitch to close his mouth
Hand bleeding needing medical attention
I'm feeling no pain, I'm in a whole 'nother dimension
Next morning wake up, don't remember shit
Bandage on my hand and dirty condom on my dick (Ugh)

[Hook]

[Verse 3 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
Killing got it history
I've become a scumbag fuckbuddy 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 getting instructions on how to rub ya lotion
You think I'm joking while listening to Drake's "The Motion"
I put syphilis dick down her throat and that's without her having a notion
I'm playing 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 picking nare, one of them motherfuckers

[Hook]