Tech’s second master delivery MC posse of the Midwest; includes fellow Kansas City native K-Dean and rap veteran Krayzie Bone from Bone-Thugs-N-Harmony, famous for their rapid delivery[Intro: Tech N9ne]

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 muthafuckin' niggas

That wanna talk about the Mid-Midwest

We dangerous, aim to bust any little nigga with a big-big chest

Anybody that wanna be comin' thinkin' they hotter

I'm a type of nigga that'll really kill ya for dollas

Fuck everybody that want a piece of a killa

For reala, me and my niggas will leave you floatin' in a river

So fuck 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 lead

If you afraid, then tell me you scared

'Cause I'm a little bit out of my muthafuckin' mind

The hardest rapper that Tecca N9na could fuckin' find

Who that? Who that? That's me

Who that? Who that? K-Dean

When I was comin' up in the game everybody was tellin' me

'I really be killin' all of you niggas, I'm mean'

Fuckin' with my niggas D-Loc and Dalima

They told me, 'I be really gotta be a murderin' killin' machine'

I didn't care about nothing but rappin' my way to the top

Fuckin' with my nigga Tech, he told me I'm hot

Anybody got a problem with any one of my niggas

I’ll pull out the 9 mill I betchu it'll pop

Bring the heat, bring the noise, bring the flames

Anything that you bring, I'ma 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

I'ma run up, gun up and leave you with no brain

Then you'll know my flow is insane

[Chorus: Tech N9ne]

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 (Nigga, Midwest Choppers)

[Verse 2: Krayzie Bone]

Come, come get some of this

Midwest murda music, murda music, murda music

Come, come get some of this

Midwest murda music, murda music, murda music

Let me hit 'em

When I get 'em, I'ma split 'em, I'ma kill 'em

I'm the nigga with the lyrical venom finna get up in them

When they give me the instrumental

I finish 'em, diminish 'em

I guarantee that murda is a minimum

But lately I been givin' 'em hell

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 fuckin' lyrics out of me

Then they tell 'em, that’s crazy, Jackson

He amazin' actually, stay in action

Rap singin' at ya, I brings it at you

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 truly insane to madness

You never really find another niggas more scandalous

Than this Midwest blastin' family

[Chorus: Tech N9ne]

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 (Nigga, Midwest Choppers)

[Verse 3: Tech N9ne]

I am the definition of murda

The N9ne is now coming to serve ya

You're running but you can't go no further

'Cause I'm running 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 mama, ya daddy's, in the back of a caddy

You cut up when the sack in the back of you, I wanna

Take it out and make it patty, you gotta be batty

'Cause that’ll be bad if you decide to get mad, is you gonna?

You can listen to me and see I'm the nigga 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' a mark 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'ma stick it so we can dip into 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 it come to the skill

Other rappers are damn jokers

They be givin' the people comedy

But the Tecca N9na misery shit is Bram Stoker

[Chorus: Tech N9ne]

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 (Nigga, Midwest-)