Heavy - Tech N9ne

Deformity, a bodily malformation, check

Distortion, or disfigurement, check

A Deform, person or thing, check

Gross, ugliness, check

I don’t wanna take this, I don’t wanna carry this, I don’t wanna lift this

Everyday, when I wake, wish there was I way that I can rip this

Off of my shoulder off of my back, like a big boulder got me off track

I don’t wanna be seen lookin like that

I’m looking at it, it’s mean lookin right back

Ugly, bloody, pussin, heavy

Way more sinister than the face of Jason or fucking Freddy

And that shit ways me down, got me going crazy now

Lazy round me place, cause I got shit right side of my face

How did I get it?

how did I grow it?

how do I cock back and just blow it

Off?

Surgery yes you know it cost and I ain’t goin out to show it off

I’m just stuck in here, with this fuckin weird stuff in near

Crushin, pussin, bustin till it up and clears

I’m ready, it’s wicked, it’s gotta be, deadly

It’s everything you could imagine, bad, twisted, evil and medly

Down into eternal fire, this is where it lead me

Can hardly hold it up because this thing is so fucking heavy

Ewww, that’s gross, yuck, what’s that?

oh my god, Disgusting, repulsive, what

The fuck?

It’s not a tumor, fuck the rumor, I need more to go, stop Staring at this

Muthafucking side show

HEAVY

Everyone you love got needs

HEAVY

I’ll shove start to buckle at the kness

HEAVY

My lord said this slow heal carry and if it don’t then it might get scary

HEAVY

Cha!

Gotta cover it up, gotta go outside to get food

How when the smell is like shit stew?

The way people are staring and lookin it gets cruel

Bad when I’m shoppin, at the walmart

They be laughin, then a brawl starts

Cause they wanna pick on a muthafucker with deformities, bless yall heart

I’m sick of it, when it’s on my back I can’t even get a women to kiss on this

face

I don’t even want to live on this, place

Because all people givin is, hate

And your really gonna get it bad if your, disfigured

The more these sick gigglers, pointed my heavy load it gets bigger

They call me hunchback and I wish they wouldn’t taunt that

They be lookin at a nigga like I woke up and showin straight up shittin in

They lunch sack

Kids, grown ups, dogs, cats

All be lookin and pointing at this deformity on my back

Taking over me, I’m slowly, turning into it

This repulsive, nasty, heavy, sick, humongous pile of shit

Under my skin, infecting my blood like I have some kind of disease, it’s

Big and bulgin out of my jacket and everybody sees it

What is it?

with this load I carry there’s problems in my life

Got big problems with the IRS and problems with my wife

Got a lot of problems with this music career, problems with my mom

And I gotta solve em quick they fallen on me

It’s a problem with this shit on, and it’s heavy

When everybody depends on you to be the shot caller

And you pushin, tryin to get all of your people over the wall, but the shit

Got taller

But you tough and determined, you rough and you learnin, you cannot do if

You not baller

So you get it and hit it one after another and look, the lump got smaller