“Midwest Choppers”, the second track on Misery Loves Kompany. This is the first song in the “Choppers” saga.[Intro: Tech N9ne]

Welcome to misery, punk!

We deep rooted in this, y'all hear what I'm sayin'?

KCMO! KCK!

Yerm sayin'? It's how we do it

Tech N9ne in this piece

Strange Music represent! What!?

[Verse 1: Tech N9ne]

Welcome to Missouri where the killers pop it off

And when I say pop it off I mean

Deadly with the tongue or the gun

We can do it if anybody want it, rather rapping

Or get to clapping up another, tell everyone

Misery Loves Kompany so we dump at thee

Enemy when it be energy sendin’ me the route

Of negativity, trippin' with me, you runnin' for your life

'Cause you ran your mouth (Mouth)

[Chorus: Tech N9ne]

We can sang or we can bang

It ain’t no game we untamed

Whether it’s fame or we can aim

Release your brains it ain’t no thang

(Midwest Choppers)

Yer'm sayin', we livin' in pain

And it’s a shame that you

Came and got drained and listen

Man, stay in your lane

(Midwest Choppers)

Sang or we can bang

It ain’t no game we untamed

Whether it’s fame or we can aim

Release your brains it ain’t no thang

(Midwest Choppers)

Yer'm sayin', we livin' in pain

And it’s a shame that you

Came and got drained and listen

Man, stay in your lane

(Midwest Choppers)

[Verse 2: Tech N9ne]

Finna witness the murderous monologue of a menace

Comin' from out of a sinister formidable place

I can let you know the ins and the outs

And I can spit it wicked, twisted

And you can see by the look of my face

Gimme the mic and I’ma mangle it, tangle it

Definitely the people see that I got the hang of it

Pity you gotta try to make a mockery of a city who

Block 'em and block 'em, buck at you baby we dangerous

Came to get strange with it, bang with it

Stop and get a little untame with it

Get to choppin' like I'm fully a bully with a hoodie

Should he get up and take 'em out or spit 'caine with it?

Well the answer is right before your eyes - who do you despise?

Killers who chop you we got to stop you

Pop you partner, you gushin'

Get up outta the way when Tecca Nina be bustin'

Gotta give it up, I’m a veteran like Edison

I’ma light 'em up and get in your head again

I’m better than ever, never let a feather in, death he be fetishin'

Sever it, hit the mic and then we peddlin' medicine

I’m a chopper, chopper, chopper!

Automatic kickin' the ammunition

Killin' the competition, no it ain’t nobody

Hotter, hotter, hotter!

Damagin' everything and everybody

You know we on a mission, listen to me

How can I make you understand I'm a general

Even if you poppin' the competition is minimal

Kan-city killers and you can bet that we criminal

The demon inside of me keep on tellin' me when to go

So I’ma keep reppin' the midwest choppers freakin' flows

And I’m 'bout to be up on top of this and truly be bustin'

Beggin' for mercy, you punk I ain’t givin' you nothing (Nothing)

[Chorus: Tech N9ne]

We can sang or we can bang

It ain’t no game we untamed

Whether it’s fame or we can aim

Release your brains it ain’t no thang

(Midwest Choppers)

Yer'm sayin', we livin' in pain

And it’s a shame that you

Came and got drained and listen

Man, stay in your lane

(Midwest Choppers)

Sang or we can bang

It ain’t no game we untamed

Whether it’s fame or we can aim

Release your brains it ain’t no thang

(Midwest Choppers)

Yer'm sayin', we livin' in pain

And it’s a shame that you

Came and got drained and listen

Man, stay in your lane

(Midwest Choppers)

[Verse 3: D-Loc]

Lyrically we be the best in the Midwest and we caked up

I ain’t talkin' about women, I’m talkin' about paper

D-Loc and Dalima enter the center

And get coded and when in the competition we for sure to kill 'em

I spit like a fully and ready made, through any type of weather

With the Beretta tucked right under my sweater

And we hotter than lava

The way that my gillas be keepin' it poppin'

Partner you tight, but my gillas are better

We keep it choppin' like a blender, eatin' boys up for dinner

Guillotines, we chop your heads off, and throw 'em out the window

We too critical, we ill and you walking away looking so pitiful

The AGT we be the number one contenders

(When it come to the street we still post on the block)

40 Cal. on my lap and my middle finger up to the cops

On the way to the studio to go and make another hot track

They be lovin' the way that we spit it when we drop

They call me D-Locsta the Vulture, the definition of a soldier

My opposition is more culture than Rocha

I spit like a Tommy and anybody in my way I’ma fold 'em

And me and my gilla gorillas want it 'cause we the coldest boys

Be tryin' to battle 'cause they want our position

But they can never get in it because we better and bigger

And like I told you we the number one competitors dealin'

Workin' their way up to the top and they won't stop til they get the millions

In a whole 'nother century the D-Loc and Dalima

Chemistry, you can never cross with them

Igganas idah the ebe ossinbay the yricala

Iggertra eavela otherma uckerfay’s lost

You can try to read us, you can try to beat us

Try to get your speed up, but it ain’t gon' matter

'Cause after we get finished bustin' there ain’t gon' be no laughter

We takin' over the map with Tecca Nina the master (master)

[Chorus: Tech N9ne]

We can sang or we can bang

It ain’t no game we untamed

Whether it’s fame or we can aim

Release your brains it ain’t no thang

(Midwest Choppers)

Yer'm sayin', we livin' in pain

And it’s a shame that you

Came and got drained and listen

Man, stay in your lane

(Midwest Choppers)

Sang or we can bang

It ain’t no game we untamed

Whether it’s fame or we can aim

Release your brains it ain’t no thang

(Midwest Choppers)

Yer'm sayin', we livin' in pain

And it’s a shame that you

Came and got drained and listen

Man, stay in your lane

(Midwest Choppers)

[Verse 4: Dalima]

When I’m off in a zone, I get to representing the city of the K

Hollow your brain ‘cause I’m a disaster

Dalima get ridiculous if I’m comin’ at you

Leave ‘em in a predicament 'cause I’m a style master

And I’m not impressionable, now just so you know

I make 'em sweat, cause I’m the best with the flow

Whenever you wanna flex we can go, keep stressin’ your cold

And I bet I leave your neck on the floor

Midwest finna blow like (C4 with a low strike)

‘Cause the energy is the bomb

I can tell that you’re fascinated by the way that we rhyme

And we glow like when the four strike with the fire

(It ain’t nothin’ you can say though)

‘Cause I’m sipin’ on Henny and bustin' like a semi on enemies now

Irritated with the haters that be coming around

So I’m kickin' like a relevant but an arrogant style

Meaning that I’m really sure so

I’m too sick for a cure, so

Ain’t a need for a doctor

My verbal word play be making your nerves shake cause I caught you

Pants down when I popped you

Now let’s take a trip through the valley of real gill

Strange individuals with a militant ill skill

Pop a collar and holler at the broads with real skrill

Get down for the cause, cause we flossin' big wheels, (what up with it?)

Don’t be acting like you get tough with it

When the choppers come out the truck spitting

All of the Strange gill killas gon' be devoted to leavin' your body smokin' when really you can’t get up with us

(And that’s game that’s proper)

‘Cause whenever I’m bustin’ it’s like a full heart stopper

Dalima, Tecca Nina, Kaliko, and D-Loc

Rippin' ‘em up with the flow 'cause we’re Midwest Choppers! (choppers!)

[Chorus: Tech N9ne]

We can sang or we can bang

It ain’t no game we untamed

Whether it’s fame or we can aim

Release your brains it ain’t no thang

(Midwest Choppers)

Yer'm sayin', we livin' in pain

And it’s a shame that you

Came and got drained and listen

Man, stay in your lane

(Midwest Choppers)

Sang or we can bang

It ain’t no game we untamed

Whether it’s fame or we can aim

Release your brains it ain’t no thang

(Midwest Choppers)

Yer'm sayin', we livin' in pain

And it’s a shame that you

Came and got drained and listen

Man, stay in your lane

(Midwest Choppers)

[Verse 5: Krizz Kaliko]

Hey Tech, watch this!

Kali Baby, you better act right, get right

'Cause I’m the baddest nigga hookin' up with the fastest badass

Hit you, hit you with the lyrical, lyrical miracle whip, incredible

'Bout to knock the head off of several

Diggy-diggy down, watch 'em figgy frown at the c-c-clown

Them hounds is bound for your town, diggy-diggy-diggy

And if you lookin' for the sound

It can be found by the nigga wearin' the crown

Are you really with me?

And when you hear it nigga then zip it

The exhibit make you wanna reposition your pivot

When we write it and spit it, we makin' somebody get it

And if they won’t hear it and get livid, forget it, forget it (Stop!)

Or I can keep babblin' on

Or rattlin' off at the mouth while we travelin'

And I’ll be thinkin' it all be speakin' about the things that I be doin'

A couple scooping up out my mouth this album ‘bout to ruin

You and you and you

And I can stop with the drop of the Caribou

And if it’s on and poppin' it’s due with you and you

And I won’t hesitate to chop you when chewin' you

Uh huh, while they doin' you

And if you lookin' for the better in the veterans who can bust

You got the Kali gun for fun

And if you throw, we bustin' back at you when you attack

I’m on the track I hope they puttin' down the gun

(Dalima’s a chopper) Chopper!

(D-Loc a chopper, that Tecca Nina’s a chopper)

The Kaliko will knock your block off

You never see it coming, hit you when we were gunning

You running we walk off (We walk off)

'Cause it's more than bread that we're wanting (We flaunting)

And we comin' headhunting

No we won’t stop ‘til we get to the top

You in the way, then we midwest chop ya (Chop ya)

[Outro: Tech N9ne]

Strange Music, bitch

Seven years of excellence

T-O-G, and N-9-N-E, real numbers, bitch

Now from us to you

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Welcome to Misery Loves Company

And for all the haters:

Fuckin' peasants. Soo Woo, motherfucker

Figure it out