| I be comin like a auto but I’m murderin everything
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| I’m a killa wit the mission to flip it
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| I’m sick wit the givin, the lip I be itchin to give it
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| A wif of the wicked, I stick it wit the quick and they diggin it!
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| NIGGA!
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| Like I said it befo' I’m a get up and go
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| And get it, because I’m Mr. Malignant, keepin' you riveted
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| Livin' it, paligiment, sin a bit
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| And a chick in a minute, Tecca Nina be kickin' it
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| I flow for the middle west, go for your little neck
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| Don’t let me get it, but your hoe, I’m a get it wet
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| Stop and drop, on top of twat, in your kitchen
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| Not the guap, I pop without an admission
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| Hailin' from Mizzery
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| You can smell out the hell in the thizzery, just remember me
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| Bustin' deliveries and I’m makin' them shivvery
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| I’m takin' my little city to lyrical liberty
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| I go for the gusto and lead the ground
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| No bush to beat around
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| All the midwest choppers on this track and yes, oh, we are down
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| Tecca Nina wit Bone, everybody gets on, all the MCs we a clown
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| And we do it like a bullet, from a gun, or better yet, the speed of sound! |