Fendt is a German manufacturer of agricultural tractors and machines, manufacturing and marketing a full line of tractors, combine harvesters and balers. It is part of the AGCO Corporation. It was founded in 1937 by Xaver Fendt and purchased by the AGCO Corporation in 1997.
Prior to incorporation on December 31, 1937, the Fendt brothers produced several tractors in a blacksmith shop under the guidance of their father, Johann Georg. The tractors built featured a 6HP engine, a mounted plow, and an independently driven mower.
Fendt offers a range of tractors from 70-500 hp, a range of combine harvesters formally Gleaner combines now sold under the Fendt brand from 220-500 hp, forage equipment including forage wagons, tedders, mowers and rakes badged under the Fendt brand after Fella being acquired by AGCO, Balers formally Heston balers now under the fendt brand since being acquired by AGCO, Forage harvesters 625-850 hp which use Kemper headers, tractor mounted loaders and tractors modified for the municipalities and forestry industries. Forage equipment, balers and combines can be found across most AGCO brands and in general are mechanically identical and are sold under the best performing brand respective to the area.
Chorus: (Fiend) [All] 9X
(Do you know who you fuckin with?)
[Don't start no shit, there won't be no shit]
[Mystikal] (Fiend)
I'm the tarantula on the caterpillar
I'm the 18-wheeler rolling over the armadillo
I'm the orange-and-blue fire comin from under the skillet
(Do you know who you fuckin with?)
I'm the dick in the pussy, I'm the fly on the shit
I'm the motherfuckin, concrete-crushing torpedo
I'm that loud, hard [thumping sound] that killed the mosquito
I'm the motherfuckin red ant draggin the bettle
Nigga remember me when you was shootin up? I was that needle
When you coughin, I'm that (cough) that comes from your chest
When you dead, I'm the maggots that's eatin your flesh
I'm every last sad note from the violin
I'm the hammer that hit that firing pin
I was the voice in your head that was tellin you not to try it again
Now I'm the carbon dioxide that replace your oxygen
I'm the mysterious, Mystikal monument
I'm the man, I'm the south, I'm the muthafuckin prince
Chorus: repeat 8X
[Fiend]
Me? A bad motherfucker, boy
Hater destruction, pistol bustin (BHAW, BHAW)
I'm the chubby one cussin, verbally keep em (?)
Herbaly keep em puffin, all the weed that I need
Smokin some trees, I groove from some left over seeds
Leave it to the soldier's creed
on the set where they pretends (TAKE THAT)
Throwin some hot shit nigga (TAKE THAT BOY) faded all my ends
Give a fuck if it were ten
I want nine and the change (GIVE MY CHANGE BOY)
Doing strange things behind mine and my change, boy (COMIN, COMIN)
I'm a bad man, let it be known to any cop (FUCK Y'ALL)
Use a ten, many glocks and got plenty in stock (GOT MORE NIGGA)
If anything the tank hot, that paper keep us heated
Computer can't delete it
And penicillin can't defeat it
Chorus X 8