(Don Juan)nYou're dropped six feet under six feetnThe area where ordinary people can't sleepnTech N9ne, Don Juan, Midwest Siders babynStrange Days got the Tecca Nina goin crazynn(Verse 1)nnHear this(?) I'm back from Necropolis, N9ne hip-hop stylist,nFear this(?) distraught counterfeit rap clowns get rushed outnQ said it's on me so the contract wouldn't con menTen times harder and twenty shades darker than Jon B.nnThis round I'm a killer menace, better get down with the militantest,nCriminalest, villainest, killas feelin this guerilla venom hella realin itnWith the darkness I'ma spark this heartlessnessnWith a bark of this marvelous soul consumptionnWith dyslexic malfunctions likennEugor god rof efil aggin kcuf ruoy wercnYeht detautafni htiw tihs ew odnSesuj Tsirhc tog em nillik snomed ot eht tsellufnI keeps my rella, killann*Chorus*nAll my ladies make it shake shakenMake it hop it ain't too late to make the earth quakenPapa work it take your relly make em pounce pouncenAll my peoples on the planet won't yall bounce bounce, bounce bouncenShow my homies (LOVE), All the playas (WHAT)nWe just quakin if you hatin we don't give a (FUCK)nTo all the Ladies (LOVE), All my hookers (WHAT)nWe just quakin if you hatin we don't give a (FUCK, WHAT)nn(Verse 2)nnTech N9ne got to pop it, hold the city down with the lock it,nEither flip a flow for the fun, if you poor son, flow for the profitnLove it when you give it to me like, shake it til you get your money right,nWild style with the mouth down, growl foul fifty seven bow wownnSomething that you never heard's right here, Nina hella clear, never no fearnLove for the flow in I, am I gonna die by the polizeinLove in your club from thugs, ladies give me hugs and after shows give me fuzzn'Cause Tech was really bucknnBring the house down with that thang, work a G-string til it flamenNina ross aim for the dame who shakes anus insanenSex untamed, I been pained so I gangbang, train's game, she claimednThat I got much fame, so I strained til I camennBetter get up out of my center, if you ain't down with the innernYou lightweight punk soprano singers better never bang with the tenornI'ma give it to you like a rogue dog would, Tecca nina make her feel all goodnShake it til you break it baby, you can do it make a killa feel all woodnn*Chorus*nAll my ladies make it shake shakenMake it hop it ain't too late to make the earth quakenPapa work it take your relly make em pounce pouncenAll my peoples on the planet won't yall bounce bounce, bounce bouncenShow my homies (LOVE), All the playas (WHAT)nWe just quakin if you hatin we don't give a (FUCK)nTo all the Ladies (LOVE), All my hookers (WHAT)nWe just quakin if you hatin we don't give a (FUCK, WHAT)nn(Verse 3)nnWelcome to the level of madness where anybody killers are fabulousnPeople know what I'm stabbin is ravenousnWhen I look around I see stallions on platforms, killers comin out of their phat farmsn'Cause it's heated on the third levelsnAngels shakin ass for the devilsnnIt's like gelatin, different types of melaninn???????nLove is irrelevant when you hittin the demon lookin hella elegantnHit me off in the back, I can hit you off with a stacknYou can give your boss some of that,nAnd you can get me off in the back of the 'lacnnTake me away to the place where asses hop to the bassnVictoria's lace in your face embrace any type of a racenThis ain't a place for the fake, disgrace will decide your facenKilla Tecca Nina millimeter open up the gate (Hey, wait, wait)nnAll I wanna see is everybody really lovin this hit (from the abyss)nGet ready for the slug 'cause I bust with a full clip (never ever miss)nRun and get your chicks, better hold on to your dicksnI heard you were looking for darkness, well, this is it