Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Midwest Choppers 2 , by - Tech N9ne. Release date: 27.04.2009
Song language: English
Midwest Choppers 2 |
| Laurie Strode |
| I got a gory soul |
| So the story goes |
| Should I never kill another one or get a bit of lovin' in me or reload? |
| Reload, everybody lookin' at me like a hero |
| When I kill a demon lesser than zero |
| See no evil within it |
| I’m a killer and I’m bigger than Deebo |
| He knows, we go begin it |
| Deep inside of me I’m dealin' with a trio |
| Leave hoes below, you finished |
| Abomination comin', I got that combination cracks |
| All that time you wastin' runnin' I got that bomb relation rap |
| Now they’re tryin' to make it back |
| To Tech N9ne and shakin' wack |
| Now I’m dominatin', mom awakin' from a non forsaken nap |
| Hello mother, when you left I was no mellow brother |
| I put on my red, killed 'em all dead and I did it with my fellow thuggers |
| I tell no others, but I’m taking my hell so hovers |
| When I gotta murder everything dead — I smother |
| Like Othello’s lover |
| You cannot tell me to stop it with doctor Loomis |
| Nothing would ever delay when I got your doom, it’s |
| The Boogeyman I got to get your for real |
| And nobody is saving me, not with appeal |
| I’m a murderin' son of a bitch |
| And I’m ill with impeccable skill and a purpose to kill |
| My mental’s made of Michael Myers' mask |
| You… lay lifeless, Lord don’t like yo liars laugh |
| Who… wanna see this sinful psycho sire spaz? |
| Please don’t light yo lighters last |
| 'Cause this frightful fire’s fast (uh-huh) |
| My mental’s made of Michael Myers' mask |
| You… lay lifeless, Lord don’t like yo liars laugh |
| Who… wanna see this sinful psycho sire spaz? |
| Please don’t light yo lighters last |
| 'Cause this frightful fire’s fast (uh-huh) |
| Not too many motherfuckers out there I wish I hadn’t killed |
| Draggin' lil' rappers up Debra’s Hill like Jack and Jill |
| Slashin' 'til the back cracks attackin' with stabbin' steel |
| Havin' chills when it happens after stashin' 'em in Haddonfield |
| I got a demon in me, green with envy, seen the memory |
| How I get souls |
| Bring in Philly, things to get me |
| Never that is why I got up out of Smith’s Grove |
| I’ll eradicate a nigga with the feeling |
| That he better than a spitter with a bigger trigger |
| Step up and try to get at me and be disposed |
| I don’t know why the great Malek Akkad not fuckin' with me |
| Wanted to use the theme for P.B. |
| 3, they told me fuckin' fifty |
| Yeah it’s worth it, yeah we got it |
| But not when Carpenter charged me five |
| For the first Psycho Bitch so I had to switch |
| When I wanted to just keep it alive! |
| Guess he didn’t know I spill them bastards |
| Who say another killer’s better, I kill them slashers |
| I peel them actors, I’m real grim faster |
| Original mask motherfucker William Shatner |
| My mental’s made of Michael Myers' mask |
| You… lay lifeless, Lord don’t like yo liars laugh |
| Who… wanna see this sinful psycho sire spaz? |
| Please don’t light yo lighters last |
| 'Cause this frightful fire’s fast (uh-huh) |
| My mental’s made of Michael Myers' mask |
| You… lay lifeless, Lord don’t like yo liars laugh |
| Who… wanna see this sinful psycho sire spaz? |
| Please don’t light yo lighters last |
| 'Cause this frightful fire’s fast (uh-huh) |
| This killer jam knocks |
| I’m here to kill everbody lyrically, specifically 'til her pants drop |
| I’m iller than Shaq, thriller fans watch me |
| Murder many men in Michael Myers mask not a Silver Shamrock |
| Celebrate Samhain all year round |
| Never let a fake man reign! |
| I’ma bake damn brains with a weird sound |
| Givin' hella aches and pain |
| Eminem is Jason, Krayzie Bone is leatherface and Bushwick Chuckie |
| But anything after double M were just replicas of me |
| Who got you? |
| Niggas need a new doctor |
| Stop the bleeding, who shot ya? |
| It was really a true chopper |
| Mike is who offed ya |
| Mainly because you caca |
| Step and see who do block ya |
| Rest in peace to Moustapha |
| My mental’s made of Michael Myers' mask |
| You… lay lifeless, Lord don’t like yo liars laugh |
| Who… wanna see this sinful psycho sire spaz? |
| Please don’t light yo lighters last |
| 'Cause this frightful fire’s fast (uh-huh) |
| My mental’s made of Michael Myers' mask |
| You… lay lifeless, Lord don’t like yo liars laugh |
| Who… wanna see this sinful psycho sire spaz? |
| Please don’t light yo lighters last |
| 'Cause this frightful fire’s fast (uh-huh) |
| Mr. Sandman, nobody wants to see you |
| My Tony Moran stand |