Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Mizzizy Gets Bizzy , by - Tech N9ne. Release date: 31.08.2009
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Mizzizy Gets Bizzy |
| Told y’all Midwestside never quits |
| So now I want you to bounce |
| And realize that we’re Rogue Dogs, true for life |
| And when we ride we bounce |
| And let the whole world know that, uh |
| Mizzizy gets bizzy, so check it |
| We Mizzizy living eye for eye |
| Dem who diss me click’s supposed to fry |
| Anybody kcuf cause? |
| die |
| Bonzai, nigga everyone’s high |
| (Bounce) Mizzizy, get bizzy, get bizzy, mizzizy |
| (Bounce) Mizzizy, get bizzy, get bizzy, mizzizy |
| (Bounce) Mizzizy, get bizzy, get bizzy, mizzizy |
| (Bounce) Mizzizy, get bizzy, get bizzy mizzizy |
| A chin check, results of a slick neck |
| A representer of the midwest get wrecked |
| Like collisions, my provisions |
| Sharp enough to make incisions |
| Making killers bodies be coming up missing |
| Sweet relish, made from the drugs |
| Goodfellas, gangstas and thugs |
| I show no love like Ike, you ain’t seen a |
| Nigga become hype you play the role like Tina |
| Nothing but ass beatings your in pain |
| Damaging to the brain, you became insane because the shit was trauma |
| We bring drama |
| Murder like Jeffrey Dahmer |
| Psychotic, hypnotic, can’t stop |
| But my style a brain bomber |
| So I’mma release |
| My anger, fuck peace |
| Bring the danger, the Hitler of rap |
| Enemies in my gas chamber |
| Bust like? |
| two Glocks on my hips |
| Fire shots just in case these niggas wanna trip |
| Five Six, my mix Don Juan brings the fury |
| Makin dash To L.A., from Cali to Missouri |
| Mizzizy get’s Bizzy |
| But hickeys on my dickies they |
| Quickes bitches dizzy |
| The Don Brasco |
| I be the man because I’m macho |
| Enough to make the whole crowd duck |
| Let the gauge buck, shots rang out |
| Your brains hang out, niggas don’t give a fuck cause uh |
| We Mizzizy believe in eye for eye |
| Dem who diss me click’s supposed to fry |
| Anybody kcuf cause? |
| die |
| Bonzai, nigga everyone’s high |
| (Bounce) Mizzizy, get bizzy, get bizzy, mizzizy |
| (Bounce) Mizzizy, get bizzy, get bizzy, mizzizy |
| (Bounce) Mizzizy, get bizzy, get bizzy, mizzizy |
| (Bounce) Mizzizy, get bizzy, get bizzy mizzizy |
| I, the angel of rap, say pack yo shit |
| Look back at the mic, n turn brick bloods n' crips to clips |
| The city is cool, we bout to make the plates shift |
| When floatin ya open, n Mizzery is on Tech, I Pac a flips |
| You ready for demons creepin through your homes |
| Is you got the stomach for blown domes? |
| Turn me on, I’m in’a zone |
| Medusa looked at us n said «wassup?!» |
| The Midwest staired back and plus |
| Now that bitchs stick as kcuf |
| Gimmie that foe foe |
| Gimmie that 9 millimeter gun bust |
| I’mma get em with a flow |
| Just a little bitta Mo' |
| I’m like Michael, a psycho approach |
| I rage most |
| Rollin like the sage coach |
| Givin the K. O |
| Swollen pockets, but robbin on Roe Dayo |
| I’m very krueger |
| If you hurt my love I’m breakin out the scary rooga |
| When I get ta bustin thats my free Larry Hoova, maneuva |
| Whos a rappa Yakuza, whacker than any |
| You loose’a, rap or refuse’a, ac’a like emmy |
| Rock so vest, we got yo checks |
| Who jocks yo flexs? |
| You heathen Thinkin’a gettin richer |
| Receivin taco neck |
| The bigga the flow-a |
| The bigger the kill |
| The bigga the Fo' Fo' |
| The bigga the pack’a niggas runnin down the hill |
| Rogue Doggs rule |
| We told y’all foo’s |
| Now its time to kill |
| Haters just chill |
| N peel the lyrical Benadryl |
| I can not, and shall not, and will not fall! |
| The opposite of Rue Paul |
| The Rogue Dogg bustin all’a y’all! |
| Yeah, don’t stop, don’t quit |
| Kicking that shit |