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