[Intro]
We scoured the globe on a quest to find the most elite
Most intricate tongues of all time
California, New York, Denmark, Australia
Then a cold wind from the Midwest brought the hardest
Fastest, most accurate tongues ever heard in our lifetime
These are the Midwest Choppers

[Verse 1:K-Dean]
I got a message for any one of you [bad word] niggas
That wanna talk 'bout the Mid-Midwest
We dangerous, Aim to bust any little [bad word] with a big-big chest
Anybody that wanna [bad word] thinkin they hotter
I'm a type of [bad word] that'll really kill ya for dollas [bad word] everybody that want a piece of a killa
For real, Me and my niggas will leave you floatin in a river
So [bad word] all you haters, You heard what I said
My flow a little bit over your head
Act like a pencil, I'll fill you with led
If you afraid, Then tell me you scared
Cause I'mma little bit out of my [bad word] mind
The hardest rapper that Tecca N9na could [bad word] find
Who that? Who that? That's me
Who that? Who that? K-Dean
When I [bad word] up in the game everybody was tellin me
'I really be killin a lot of you niggas, I'm mean' [bad word] with my niggas D-Loc and Dalima
They told me, 'I be really gotta be a muderer killin machine'
I didn't care about nothing but rappin my way to the top [bad word] with my [bad word] Tech, cause I'm really hot
Anybody got a problem with any one of my niggas
I'll pulled out the 9 milli up to a pop
Bring the heat, Bring the noise, Bring the flames
Anything that you bring, I'mma tame
Puttin dirt on the top of my name
Pull back and I click-click, bang
Ask Tech, He'll tell you I'm strange
If you ever wanna talk about me [bad word] up, Gun up and leave you with no brain
Then you'll know my flow is insane

[Hook]
I be on the West Coast, I be on the East Coast
I be North, South, but I reside on my side, Midwest Chopper
Even though I'm all up in the Northwest
All across the U.S
Overseas, Midwest Choppers

Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh (You can't touch us)
Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh (Yeah, Midwest Choppers)
Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh (You can't touch us)
Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh  [bad word]  Midwest Choppers)

[Verse 2:Krayzie [bad word]  come get some of this
Midwest murda music, murda music, murda [bad word]  come get some of this
Midwest murda music, murda music, murda music
Let me hit 'em
When I get 'em, I'mma split 'em, I'mma kill 'em
I'm the [bad word] with the lyrical venom finna get up in them
When they give me the [bad word] I finish 'em, diminish 'em
I guarantee the murda music is a minimum
But lately I been givin 'em [bad word] They don't really wanna see me, I'm servin' 'em swell
Call me a monster, Verse Designer, First To bomb ya
Leathaface pullin up in that hearse beside ya
Murda, mo murda, mo murda, mo murdered 'em all, kill 'em all
Krayzie kill 'em all, they fall
It's a lyrical execution
We snap faster, We the rap masters
Squeeze the gat, Blast it, If that's how it gots to be
So they better get it ready
Cause I'm heated like an AK-47 spittin bullet [bad word]  lyrics out of me
Well that's somethin, That's crazy, Jackson
He's amazin action, Stay in action
Rap singin at ya, I'm blazin at ya
I'm kinda like an automatic aimin at ya
And I don't want a little bit of flame to ashes
You know you really [bad word] insane to madness
You're never gonna find other niggas more scandalous
Than this Midwest blastin family

[Hook]

[Verse 3:Tech N9ne]
I am the definition of murda
The N9ne is [bad word] to serve ya [bad word] but you can't go no furtha
Cause [bad word] through you with no sign of inertia
Gimme the mic and I bet that you duck
It's what you betta do when I'm bussin
I be flippin, I'm incredible, Never get on my level
I'm a killa with the pedal to the medal
You're edible and ya death is so inevitable
I can take it to ya momma, Ya daddy, The back of a caddy
You cut up in the sack with a baggy and I wanna...
Take it out and make it patty
You gotta be patty
Cause that'll be bad if you decide to mad, Is you gonna?
You can listen to me and see I'm the [bad word] with the ammunition
I'm givin the livin a vision of death
Makin 'em sick and depressed
Cause I be givin everything
I'm a rebel and I'm still with the quick and the best
Makin 'em walk in the business
I get up in it to rip and diminish ya
Trip and I finish ya
Dig it, You really get me livid, I'm bout give it a pivot
I'mma stick it so we can differ to sinister
I be the chopper that got ya little boppers goin off us
Better not let me up on the premises
Cause I'm a doctor that's out for the shotaz when I brought ya
Be cautious never talk of this nemesis
We on top of the hill when [bad word] to the skill
Other rappers are [bad word] jokers
They be givin the [bad word] But the Tecca N9na misery [bad word] is Bram Stoker

[Hook]