It Was An Accident

Tech N9ne

[Tech N9ne]
I was chillin with a bitch n I was noticin she was so sadistic/
Wanted the Ninna to bite on the nipples n twist it/ Suckin me off until she lost all of her lipstick/
You know how it is when you ex-in on like seven of em/
With a stick of sherm n adderall, nigga heaven love em/
Cuz they get you lifted n thinkin you unstopable/
But whut I'm bout to tell was so fuckin impossible/
I started givin the bitch my dick, she lovin the way my jimmy be jabbin it/
Wanted me to cut her up, I said "never", she said "imagine it
with the tip of her butcher knife"/ I think I took her life/
This crazy hooker like pain that I put her right/
Fuckin high n its insane how she look it life/
She wish a nigga had fangs, n he took bite/
I'm beatin it up with the aim for the pussy like,
the pussy liked to be banged like it took a fight/
Then she asked me to smack'er/ Then she asked me to choke'r/ So I choked her/
As a nigga got closer to the nut I choked her even harder, when I rose up out the chocha/
She wasn't breathin, a horrible evenin/ Couldn't get her to breathe, I really tried ta/
Did all I could, but it wasn't all to the good/ So I had to call the ambulance over to come revive'r/

[Chorus]
It was an accident! (ha ha ha ooooo)
It was an accident! (ha ha ha ooooo)
It was an accident! (ha ha ha ooooo)
It was an accident! (ha ha ha ooooo)
It was an accident! (ha ha ha ooooo)
I don't be findin trouble it be findin me
I don't be findin trouble it be findin me
I don't be findin trouble it be findin me
I don't be findin trouble it be findin me
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(Alan Wayne)
Shit I was only sixteen, just showin off/ Never would've imagined the gun just goin off/
I'm just trin ta show these niggas that I wasn't soft/ I stayed off 87th street so thats whut all these niggas thought/
Cuz they was from Hill Top, where niggas pill pop/
So I'm pullin up to the chill spot, with the steel cocked/
Still not - sure whut I was thinkin/
N back then I wasn't even drinkin/
So I'm leavin Lincoln Highschool off Woodland/
Headed to the hood so I could hang out with the hoodlums/
Couldn't wait to show em whut I as packin/
Knock on the door, n he answered like "whats crackin?"
n I said "Shit. Just chillin, just me n my bitch.
But my bitch, I mean that fo-fif thats sittin on my hip.
Wanna see?" He said "yeah let me see!"
I pulled it out n gave it a good squeeze/
I didn't know it didn't have no safety/
Now this mans hittin his chest, and he can't breathe/
Devil on my shoulder whisperin "Leave nigga, leave!" But I swear...