| Welcome to misery punk, we deep rooted in this
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| You know what I’m sayin'
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| KCMO, KCK, you know what I’m sayin'
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| That’s how we do it, Tech N9ne in this place
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| Trying to produce a record, say what
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| Welcome to misery where the killers pop it up
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| When I say pop it up I mean deal it at the turn of the gun
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| We can do it if anybody want it, where the rapper niggas
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| They clappin' up and now they tell everyone
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| Misery loves company so we done with thee
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| Enemy when it be energy sendin' me the route
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| My negativity trippin' wit me, you runnin' for your life
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| 'Cause you ran your mouth, mouth
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| We can sing or we can bang
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| It ain’t no game we untamed
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| Whether it’s fame or we can aim
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| Release your brains, it ain’t no thing
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| (Midwest Choppers)
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| You heard what I’m sayin'
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| We livin' in pain and it’s a shame
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| That you came and got drained
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| And listen man, stay in your lane
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| (Midwest Choppers)
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| We can sing or we can bang
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| It ain’t no game we untamed
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| Whether it’s fame or we can aim
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| Release your brains, it ain’t no thing
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| (Midwest Choppers)
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| You heard what I’m sayin'
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| We livin' in pain and it’s a shame
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| That you came and got drained
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| And listen man stay in your lane
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| (Midwest Choppers)
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| Find the witness to murderers monologue of a minute
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| Come out of a sinister formidable place
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| I can let you know the in’s and the out’s and I can spit it wicked
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| Twisted and you can see by the look of my face
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| Give me the mic and I’ma mangle it, tangle it
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| Definitely the people see that I got the hang of it
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| Pig you gotta try to make a mockery of a city who
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| Pock 'em and block 'em why can’t you get it, we dangerous
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| Came to get strange with it, bang with it
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| Stop and get a little untamed with it
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| Get the chopper like a fully' ya bully with a hoodie
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| Soon to get up and take him out or split cane with it
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| Well the answer is right before your eyes
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| Who do you despise? |
| Killers who chop you
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| We gotta stop you, pop you partner, you gawfin'
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| Get up outta the way when Techa N9ne be bustin'
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| Gotta give it up I’m a veteran like Edison
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| I’ma light 'em up and get in your head again
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| I’m better than ever, never let 'em feather
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| Invest it, be fed it since it separated
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| Hit the mic and then we buy a little medicine I’ma
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| (Choppa, Choppa, Choppa)
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| Automatic kickin' the ammunition
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| Killin' the competition know it ain’t nobody
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| (Hotta, Hotta, Hotta)
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| Damagin' everythin' and everybody you know we on a mission
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| Listen to me, how can I make you understand I’m a general?
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| Even if you poppin' the competition in minimal
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| Can’t see the killers
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| And you can bet that we criminal
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| The thing inside of me keep on tellin' me when to go
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| So I’ma keep reppin' the Midwest Choppers freakin' flows
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| And I’m about to be up on top of this and truly be bustin'
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| Beggin' for mercy you punk I ain’t givin' you nothin', nothin'
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| We can sing or we can bang
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| It ain’t no game we untamed
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| Whether it’s fame or we can aim
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| Release your brains, it ain’t no thing
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| (Midwest Choppers)
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| You heard what I’m sayin'
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| We livin' in pain and it’s a shame
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| That you came and got drained
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| And listen man, stay in your lane
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| (Midwest Choppers)
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| We can sing or we can bang
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| It ain’t no game we untamed
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| Whether it’s fame or we can aim
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| Release your brains, it ain’t no thing
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| (Midwest Choppers)
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| You heard what I’m sayin'
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| We livin' in pain and it’s a shame
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| That you came and got drained
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| And listen man, stay in your lane
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| (Midwest Choppers)
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| Never worry we be the best whenever somebody take the bite
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| Ain’t talkin' about women, I’m talkin' about paper
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| Be caught in a dilemma after the sin, already coded
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| They’re wounded, they’re competition would for sure
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| The killa must be like a fully damn brettin' made company
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| Tough with or with the Baretta tucked right under my sweater
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| And we hide it in the lot where the blood of my killas
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| Be keepin' the apartment, partner you tight but my dealers are better
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| We keep a chopper like a blender eatin' boys up for dinner
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| The Guillotine will chop your hands of and throw 'em out the window
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| We’re too critical for you well your walkin' away lookin' so ridiculed
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| Why ADDB we be the number one contenders |
| When they come to the street whats the post on the block
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| For the killa I’ma liftin' my middle finger up to the cop
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| So on the way to the studio we go 'bout makin' another hot track
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| They be lovin the way that we spin it when we try commentin' lots
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| And approach to the definition of a soldier
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| My opposition is the my cultural future
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| I split like atomic and anybody MOY I’ma fond of make
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| Me and my killer guerrillas willin' 'cause we’re the corner boys
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| They tryin to battle 'cause they want our position
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| But they ain’t never gettin' in it, because the music is bigger here
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| Like I told you we’re number one competitors dealin'
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| We’ll connect with them to the top
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| And then we’ll stop till they get the millions
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| In the hone of the century they been walkin' the limbo
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| Chemistry you can never cross with them
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| Thinkin' inside that they either be as a mean ever polite
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| You can try to read us, you can try to beat us
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| Try to get your speed up but it ain’t gon' matter
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| 'Cause after we get bendin' bustin there gon' be no laughter
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| We takin' over the network, Tech N9ne is the master, master
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| We can sing or we can bang
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| It ain’t no game we untamed
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| Whether it’s fame or we can aim
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| Release your brains, it ain’t no thing
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| (Midwest Choppers)
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| You heard what I’m sayin'
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| We livin' in pain and it’s a shame
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| That you came and got drained
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| And listen man, stay in your lane
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| (Midwest Choppers)
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| We can sing or we can bang
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| It ain’t no game we untamed
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| Whether it’s fame or we can aim
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| Release your brains, it ain’t no thing
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| (Midwest Choppers)
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| You heard what I’m sayin'
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| We livin' in pain and it’s a shame
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| That you came and got drained
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| And listen man, stay in your lane
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| (Midwest Choppers)
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| (Yelling my voice out loud)
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| I get to representin' the city, get the cane
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| Holla your brain 'cause I’m a disaster
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| Dalima get ready, get decibel comin' atcha
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| Leave 'em in a predicament 'cause I’m a style master
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| And I’m impressionable now, just so ya know
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| I make 'em sweat 'cause I’m best with the flow
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| Whenever you wanna flex, we can go, keep stressin' your code
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| And I’d rather make you dance on the floor
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| Midwest’s gonna flow like, she’ll flow with the more strike
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| 'Cause the energy is the bomb
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| I can tell that you fascinated by the way we rhyme
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| And we glow like with the more strike with the fire
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| Baby, now you need to say it off
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| 'Cause I’m sippin' on heindig and bustin'
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| Like your sendin' your enemy’s now
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| Irritated with the haters that be comin' around
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| So I kick it like a brother but with a African style
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| Meetin' with them I' really sure so, I’m too sick for a cure so
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| And no need for a doctor my bod won’t work
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| Late in makin' yo nerves straight 'cause they caught ya
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| Hands down when I popped ya, now
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| Let’s take a trip to the back of your real guilt
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| Strange individual with the mettle to ill skill
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| Public outnumber howlin' with the bro’s was real screwed
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| Get down 'cause the talks could be farce and big wheels
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| Talk with it, let me act like you get tough with it
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| When they talk, come out of truck’s bitichin'
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| Often there’s crane’s, you know
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| Killers gonna be devoted to leavin' yo bodies smokin'
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| But really you can’t get down, what is it? |
| An exchange problem
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| 'Cause whenever I’m bustin' it’s like a full heart stopper
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| Dalima, Tech N9ne, Kaliko with D-Loc
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| Rippin' up with the flow 'cause we Midwest Choppers
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| We can sing or we can bang
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| It ain’t no game we untamed
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| Whether it’s fame or we can aim
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| Release your brains, it ain’t no thing
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| (Midwest Choppers)
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| You heard what I’m sayin'
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| We livin' in pain and it’s a shame
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| That you came and got drained
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| And listen man, stay in your lane
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| (Midwest Choppers)
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| We can sing or we can bang
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| It ain’t no game we untamed
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| Whether it’s fame or we can aim
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| Release your brains, it ain’t no thing
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| (Midwest Choppers)
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| You heard what I’m sayin'
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| We livin' in pain and it’s a shame
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| That you came and got drained
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| And listen man, stay in your lane
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| Nigga nigga you better act right, get right
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| 'Cause I’m the baddest nigga hookin' up with the fastest bad-ass's
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| Hit you with the lyrical, lyrical miracle whip incredible
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| Like to knock the head of a several |
| Diggy, diggy down what’cha piggy found
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| At the c-c-clownin' house Is bound for your town diggy, diggy, diggy
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| And if you lookin' for the sound it can be found
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| With the nigga wearin' the crown, are you really with me?
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| And when you hear it then nigga then zip it
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| De-zip it, make you want to reposition your pivot
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| When we write it and spit it we makin' somebody get it
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| And if they wont' hear it then go live and forgive and forget it, stop
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| I write and keep babblin' on or rapplin' off at the mouth
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| While we travelin' when were diggin' it
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| I’ll speakin' about the things that I’ll be doin'
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| Couple a scoop and I pop my mouth free stylin'
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| But the road with you and you and you
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| And I can stop with the drop of the Caribou
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| And if they see me pop and their still with you and you
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| And I won’t hesitate to chop you until you, what they do with you?
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| And if you lookin' for the betterer the betterer to combust
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| You got the Cali gun for fun
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| And if you throw people some black attitude
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| When you attack 'em on the check-amo, they putting down the gun
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| That Dalima is a chopper, D-Loc a chopper
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| That Tech N9ne's a chopper
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| Kaliko will knock your block off
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| You never see it come and hit you
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| When we gonna get runner, we walk off
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| 'Cause is more than breath we want
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| And we come in here headhuntin'
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| But we won’t stop till we get to the top
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| Givin' the way that we’re Midwest Chop, ya
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| Strange music bitch, seven years of excellence
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| T on T and N, 9 and E, real numbers bitch
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| Now from us to you, Tech N9ne collabo’s
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| Welcome to Misery Loves Company, and for all the haters
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| Fuckin' peasants, suit you, mother fucker, figure it out |