[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 peace Strange Music represent! What!?
[Verse 1: Tech N9ne] Welcome to misery where the killers pop it off But when I say pop it off I mean Deadly with the tongue or the gun We can do it, if anybody want it we're the rapping Niggas and clapping up another tell everyone Misery Loves Kompany so we dump at the Enemy when it be energy sendin’ me the route I'm negativity, trippin’ with me, you runnin’ for your life ‘Cause you ran your mouth (Mouth)
[Hook: Tech N9ne] (2X) 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) Yerm 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 murderers monologue of a menace Comin’ from out of a sinister formidable place I can let you know the in’s and the out’s and I can spit it Wicked twisted and you can see by the look of my face Gimme the mic and I’mma 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 Pock ‘em and block ‘em buck at you baby we dangerous Came to get strange with it, bang with it Stop and get a little untamed with it Get the chopper like a fully a bully with a hoodie Sit or get up and take ‘em out or spit cane 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 gustin’ Get up outta the way when Tecca Nina be bustin’ Gotta give it up, I’m a veteran like Edison I’mma light ‘em up and get in your head again I’m better than ever, never let her featherin', death it be fetishin’ Sever it hit the mic and then we pedalin’ 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’mma 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)
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[Verse 3: D-Loc] Lyrically we be the best in the Midwest and we cake’d 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-Loc, so the functioning definition of a soldier My opposition is more culturally richer I spit like a Tommy and anybody in my way I’mma 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