i becomin like an auto but im murdering
everything im a killa wit a mission to flip it im
sick wit the given the lip and i be inchin to
give it the way for the wicked i stick it with
the cricket and they're diggin it,
like i said it befo' ima get up and go and get
it because im mr malignant and keepin you
rivetin, livin it paligament sin a bit, and a
chick in a minute tecca nina be kickin it
i flow for the middle west, go for your little
neck, don't lemme get it, but your hoe ima
get it wet
stop and drop on top of twat in your kitchen,
not the guap i pop without an admission
hailin from mizzery, you can smell out the
hell in thizzery, just remember me,
bussin deliveries and im makin them shivvery,
im takin my little city to lyrical liberty
i go for the gusto and lead the ground
no bush to beat around
all the midwest choppers on this track and
yes oh we are down
tecca nina wit bone everybody gets on and
the MCs we are clown
and we do it like a bullet from a gun, a betta
yet the speed of sound

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