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!
NIGGA!
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!