Bad day with my bitches
Negativity on my phone is ridiculous
No more shine up on the real Tech N9ne
They talkin` bad on the sickness
Comin` at a ni**a so vicious
Get up out of my bed, I`m sick of feelin` restricted
Fans sayin` that 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 `bout to come to KC, wanna have a little 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 that we done on rounds, we gotta get more liquor, spread the fun on `round
We `bout to kick it with family, put the gun on down ni**a
I ain`t kicked it in eons
This `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 ni**as ready for action
When I woke, all I remembered is 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 s**t
Looked in the mirror, that`s f**ked up
Because busted is my top lip
Real busted, real puffy, like a ni**a punched me the f**k out
I don`t smoke but my mouth taste like big weed like my ni**a 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 butt
She was trippin` when another beautiful widow cut
In front of her talkin` to me and then I said, "Oh, f**k!"
Everybody keep sayin` (Becka Joy)
But I don`t remember even seein` (Becka Joy)
But I heard if you really wanna please (Becka Joy)
Put one, two, maybe three in (Becka Joy)
Glimpses of a house full of bitches and dancin`
And some losin` they pants and romancin` each other
And eating each other, and beating me brothas
My publicist almost stuck a bitch
Cause she punched my ni**a with her f**kin` fist
But he kicked her out, instead
She outta line, ni**a somethin` shoulda been said
Then somehow when I touched her
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 ni**a keep laughin`, cause he made all the drinks potent
My lip is f**ked, I`m not jokin`
Said she was made up with hips, `bout 5`1, hell pretty, but Cripped out
Said that she got a little c**ky and called me a demon and I flipped out
Said that her body was bruised up and her earlobes had a few cuts
I told him I don`t hit women, it was not me, I don`t do stuff
Came downstairs, all my ni**as still sprawled out
Then I saw empty bottles, the makings of Caribou Lou, (damn)
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