Midwest Choppers

[Intro: Tech N9ne] Welcome to misery, punk! We deep rooted in this, y'all hear what I'm sayin'? KCMO! KCK! Yerm sayin'? It's how we do it Tech N9ne in this peace Strange Music represent! What!? [Verse 1: Tech N9ne] Welcome to Missouri where the killers pop it off And when I say pop it off I mean Deadly with the tongue or the gun We can do it if anybody want it, whether rapping Or get to clapping up another, tell everyone Misery Loves Kompany so we dump at the Enemy when it be energy sendin’ me the route Of negativity, trippin with me, you runnin for your life Cause you ran your mouth (Mouth) [Hook: Tech N9ne] (2X) We can sang or we can bang It ain’t no game we untamed Whether it’s fame or we can aim Release your brains it ain’t no thang (Midwest Choppers) Yer'm sayin, we livin in pain And it’s a shame that you Came and got drained and listen Man, stay in your lane (Midwest Choppers) [Verse 2: Tech N9ne] Finna witness the murderers' monologue of a menace Comin from out of a sinister formidable place I can let you know the in’s and the out’s and I can spit it Wicked twisted and you can see by the look of my face Gimme the mic and I’mma mangle it tangle it Definitely the people see that I got the hang of it Pity you gotta try to make a mockery of a city who Back em and block em buck at you baby we dangerous Came to get strange with it, bang with it Stop and get a little untame with it Get this chopper like I'm fully a bully with a hoodie Shit or get up and take em out or spit cane with it Well the answer is right before your eyes - who do you despise? Killers who chop you we got to stop you, pop you partner you gushin Get up outta the way when Tecca Nina be bustin Gotta give it up, I’m a veteran like Edison I’mma light em up and get in your head again I’m better than ever, never let up featherin, death it be fetishin Sever it hit the mic and then we pedalin medicine I’m a chopper, chopper, chopper! Automatic kickin the ammunition Killin the competition no it ain’t nobody Hotter, hotter, hotter! Damagin everything and everybody You know we on a mission, listen to me How can I make you understand I'm a general Even if you poppin the competition is minimal Kan-city killers and you can bet that we criminal The demon inside of me keep on tellin me when to go So I’mma keep reppin the midwest choppers freakin flows And I’m 'bout to be up on top of this and truly be bustin Beggin for mercy, you punk I ain’t givin you nothing (Nothing) [Hook] (2X) [Verse 3: D-Loc] Lyrically we be the best in the Midwest and we caked up I ain’t talkin about women, I’m talkin about paper D-Loc and Dalima enter the center And get coded and when in the competition we for sure to kill em I spit like a fully and ready made, through any type of weather With the Beretta tucked right, under my sweater And we hotter than lava The way that my gillas be keepin it poppin Partner you tight, but my gillas are better We keep it choppin like a blender, eatin boys up for dinner Guillotines we chop your heads off, and throw em out the window We too critical we ill and you walking away looking so pitiful The AGT we be the number one contenders (When it come to the street we still post on the block) 40 Cal. on my lap and my middle finger up to the cops On the way to the studio to go and make another hot track They be lovin the way that we spit it when we drop They call me D-Loc, so the functioning definition of a soldier My opposition is more culture than Rocha I spit like a Tommy and anybody in my way I’mma fold em And me and my gilla gorillas want it cause we the coldest boys Be tryin to battle cause they want our position But they can never get in it because we better and bigger And like I told you we the number one competitors dealin Workin their way up to the top and they won't stop til they get the millions In the hone of the century D-Loc and Dalima Chemistry, you can never cross with them Igganas idah the ebe ossinbay the yricala Iggertra eavela otherma uckerfay’s lost You can try to read us, you can try to beat us Try to get your speed up, but it ain’t gon matter Cause after we get finished bustin there ain’t gon be no laughter We takin over the map with Tecca Nina the master (master) [Hook] (2X) [Verse 4: Dalima] When I’m up in the zone I get to representing the city in decay Hollow your brain cause I’m a disaster Dalima get ridiculous if I’m coming at you Leave em in a predicament cause I’m a style master And I’m not impressionable now, just so you know I make em sweat cause I’m best with the flow Whenever you wanna flex we can go, keep stressin your code And I gonna leave your back on the floor Midwest fin to flow like (She flows with the most strife) Cause the energy is the bomb I can tell that you fascinated by the way that we rhyme And we blow like, with the flow strike with the fire (Baby ain’t nothin you can say though) Cause I’m sippin on Henny and bustin like the semi go enemies now Irritated with the haters that be comin around, so I kick it Like a relative of the area style Meanin that I’m really sure, so, I’m too sick for a cure, so Ain’t no need for a doctor, my verbal word play Be makin your nerves shake cause I caught you Pants down when I popped you, now Let’s take a trip to the valley of real gills Strange individual with the militant ill skill Pop a collar and holler at the broads with real skrill Get down for the cost cause we flossin big wheels (What up with it?) Don’t be acting like you get tough with it When the chopper come out the trunk spittin Off in the strange, gill killers gonna be devoted to leavin your bodies smokin but really, you can’t get off with it (Man, this game is rough) Cause whenever I’m bustin it’s like a full heart stopper Dalima, Tecca Nina, Kaliko and D-Loc Rip another with the flow cause we Midwest Choppers (Choppers) [Hook] (2X) [Verse 5: Krizz Kaliko] Hey Tech, watch this! Kalli baby, you better act right get right Cause I’m the baddest nigga hookin up with the fastest badass That'll hit you with the lyrical lyrical miracle whip, incredible Bitin like the head off a cerebral Diggy-diggy down, once your figgy frown at the c-c-clown them Hounds is bound for your town, diggy-diggy-diggy And if you lookin for the sound You can be found by the nigga wearin the crown Are you really with me? And when you hear it nigga then zip it The exhibit make you wanna reposition your pivot When we write it and spit it, we makin somebody get it And if they won’t hear it and deal it, but forget it to get it (Stop!) Or I can keep babblin on Or rattelin off at the mouth while we travelin And I’ll be thinkin it all be speakin about the things that I be doin A couple scooping up out my mouth this album ‘bout to ruin You and you and you And I can stop with the drop of the Caribou And if it’s on the pop n it’s due with you and you And I won’t hesitate to chop you and chewin you Ahah, while they doin you And if you lookin for the better in the veterans who can bust You got the Kali gun for fun And if you throw, we bustin back at you when you attack I’m on the track I hope they puttin down the gun (Dalima’s a chopper) Chopper! (D-Loc a chopper, that Tecca Nina’s a chopper) The Kaliko will knock your block off You never see it comin hit you when we were gunning You runnin we walk off (We walk off) Cause is for the way that we flauntin (We flauntin) And we comin headhuntin No we won’t stop ‘til we get to the top You in the way, then we midwest chop ya (Chop ya) [Outro: Tech N9ne] Strange Music, bitch Seven years of excellence T-O-G, and N-9-N-E, real numbers, bitch Now from us to you Tech N9ne collabos Welcome to Misery Loves Company And for all the haters: Fuckin’ peasants. Soo Woo, motherfucker Figure it out