[Intro: Don Juan]
It's a lot of Mitch Bades out there that don't understand how Tech N9ne and Don Juan puts it down and make hits
Told y'all Midwestside never quits
So now I want you to bounce
And realize that we're road dogs, true for life
And when we ride we bounce
And let the whole world know that, uh
Mizzizy gets bizzy, so check it
[Hook - Tech N9ne]
We Mizzizy living eye for eye
Dem who diss me click's supposed to fry
Anybody kcuf cause ? die
Bonzai, nigga everyone's high
(Bounce) Mizzizy, get bizzy, get bizzy, mizzizy
(Bounce) Mizzizy, get bizzy, get bizzy, mizzizy
(Bounce) Mizzizy, get bizzy, get bizzy, mizzizy
(Bounce) Mizzizy, get bizzy, get bizzy mizzizy
[Verse 1 - Don Juan]
A chin check, results of a slick neck
A representer of the midwest get wrecked
Like collisions, my provisions
Sharp enough to make incisions
Making killers bodies be coming up missing
Sweet relish, made from the drugs
Goodfellas, gangstas and thugs
I show no love like Ike, you ain't seen a
Nigga become hype you play the role like Tina
Nothing but ass beatings your in pain
Damaging to the brain, you became insane because the shit was trauma
We bring drama
Murder like Jeffrey Dahmer
Psychotic, hypnotic, can't stop
But my style a brain bomber
So I'mma release
My anger, fuck peace
Bring the danger, the Hitler of rap
Enemies in my gas chamber
Bust like ? two Glocks on my hips
Fire shots just in case these niggas wanna trip
Five Six, my mix Don Juan brings the fury
Makin dash To L.A., from Cali to Missouri
Mizzizy get's Bizzy
?
But hickeys on my dickies they
Quickes bitches dizzy
?
The Don Brasco
I be the man because I'm macho
Enough to make the whole crowd duck
Let the gauge buck, shots rang out
Your brains hang out, niggas don't give a fuck cause uh
[Hook - Tech N9ne]
We Mizzizy living eye for eye
Dem who diss me click's supposed to fry
Anybody kcuf cause ? die
Bonzai, nigga everyone's high
(Bounce) Mizzizy, get bizzy, get bizzy, mizzizy
(Bounce) Mizzizy, get bizzy, get bizzy, mizzizy
(Bounce) Mizzizy, get bizzy, get bizzy, mizzizy
(Bounce) Mizzizy, get bizzy, get bizzy mizzizy
[Verse 2: Tech N9ne]
I, the angel of rap, say pack yo shit
Look back at the mic, n turn brick bloods n' crips to clips
The city is cool, we bout to make the plates shift
When floatin ya open, n Mizzery is on Tech, I Pac a flips
You ready for demons creepin through your homes
Is you got the stomach for blown domes?
Turn me on, I'm in'a zone
Medusa looked at us n said "wassup?!"
The Midwest staired back and plus
Now that bitchs stick as kcuf
Gimmie that foe foe
Gimmie that 9 millimeter gun bust
I'mma get em with a flow
Just a little bitta Mo'
I'm like Michael, a psycho approach
I rage most
Rollin like the sage coach
Givin the K.O
Swollen pockets, but robbin on Roe Dayo
I'm very krueger
If you hurt my love I'm breakin out the scary rooga
When I get ta bustin thats my free Larry Hoova, maneuva
Whos a rappa Yakuza, whacker than any
You loose'a, rap or refuse'a, ac'a like emmy
Rock so vest, we got yo checks
Who jocks yo flexs?
You heathen Thinkin'a gettin richer
Receivin taco neck
The bigga the flow-a
The bigger the kill
The bigga the Fo' Fo'
The bigga the pack'a niggas runnin down the hill
Rogue Doggs rule
We told y'all foo's
Now its time to kill
Haters just chill
N peel the lyrical Benadryl
I can not, and shall not, and will not fall!
The opposite of Rue Paul
The Rogue Dogg bustin all'a y'all!
[Outro]
Yeah, don't stop, don't quit
Kicking that shit
