(feat. K-Dean, Krayzie Bone)
[Intro]
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


[K-Dean]
I got a message for any one of you mutha$#&@in ^!$$%z
That wanna talk 'bout the Mid-Midwest

We dangerous, Aim to bust any little ^!$$% with a big-big chest
Anybody that wanna be comin thinkin they hotter
I'm a type of ^!$$% that'll really kill ya for dollas

$#&@ everybody that want a piece of a killa
For real, Me and my ^!$$%z will leave you floatin in a river
So $#&@ 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 led
If you afraid, Then tell me you scared

Cause imma little bit out of my mutha$#&@in mind
The hardest rapper that Tecca N9na could $#&@in 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 a lot of you ^!$$%z, I'm mean'

$#&@in with my ^!$$%z D-Loc and Dalima
They told me, 'I be really gotta be a muderer killin machine'
I didn't care about nothing but rappin my way to the top

$#&@in with my ^!$$% Tech, He told me I'm hot
Anybody got a problem with any one of my ^!$$%z
I'll pulled out the 9 milli up to a pop

Bring the heat, Bring the noise, Bring the flames
Anything that you bring, Imma 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

Imma run up, Gun up and leave you with no brain
Then you'll know my flow is insane


[Chorus]
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 (^!$$%, Midwest Choppers)


[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, Imma split 'em, Imma kill 'em
I'm the ^!$$% with the lyrical venom finna get up in them
When they give me the instrumental

I finish 'em, diminish 'em
I guarantee the murda music is a minimum
But lately I been givin 'em hell

They don't really wanna see me, I'm so damn 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 deliverence out of me
Well that's somethin, That's crazy, Jackson
He's amazin action, Stay in action
Rap singin at ya, I'm blazin at ya
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 truely insane to madness
You're never gonna find other ^!$$%z more scandalous
Than this Midwest blastin famly


[Chorus]
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 (^!$$%, Midwest Choppers)

[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 furtha

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 momma, Ya daddy, The back of a caddy
You cut up in the sack with a baggy and I wanna...
Take it out and make it patty
You gotta be patty
Cause that'll be bad if you decide to mad, Is you gonna?
You can listen to me and see I'm the ^!$$% 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 'em walk 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

Imma stick it so we can differ to 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 %#@! is Bram Stoker

[Chorus]
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 (^!$$%, Midwest Choppers)