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  • I be comin 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
    A wif of the wicked, I stick it wit the quick and they diggin it!
    *****!
    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 twat, in your kitchen
    Not the guap, I pop without an admission
    Hailin' from Mizzery
    You can smell out the hell 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!
  • I be comin 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
    A wif of the wicked, I stick it wit the quick and they diggin it!
    *****!
    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 twat, in your kitchen
    Not the guap, I pop without an admission
    Hailin' from Mizzery
    You can smell out the hell 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!