[Verse]
I be comin' like a autobahn I'm murderin' everything
I'm a killa with a mission to flip it
I'm sick with it give her the lip, and I be itchin' to give it
A whiff of the wicked I stick it with the crick and they're diggin' it (Yah)

Like I said it before, I'ma get up and go and get it
Because I'm mr. malignant, keepin' you riveted
Livin' it polygamist sin a bit
Any chick in a minute Tecca N9na be kickin' it

I flow for the Middle West, go for your little neck
Don't let me get it but yo' ho, I'ma get her wet
Stop and drop on top a twat in your kitchen
Not the guap I pop without an admission

Hailing from Missouri, you can smell out the hell in the thizzery
Just remember me, bustin' deliveries and I'm makin' 'em shivery
I'm takin' my little city to lyrical liberty

[Hook]
I go for the gusto, don't leave the ground, no bush to beat around
All the Midwest Choppers on this track and "yes sir, we are down"
Tecca N9na with Bone everybody gets on other MCs, we are clown
And we do it like a bullet from a gun, or better yet, the speed of sound