[{"id":6822835,"name":"Midwest Choppers 2","trackName":"Midwest Choppers 2","artistName":"Tech N9ne","albumName":"Midwest Choppers 2","duration":274.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Laurie Strode, I got a gory soul, so the story goes\nShould have never killed another one to get a bit of lovin' in me\nOr reload, reload everybody lookin' at me like a hero\nWhen I kill a demon lesser than zero\nSee no, evil within it, I'm a killer and I'm bigger than Deebo\nHe knows, we go, beginning\n\nDeep inside of me I'm dealin' with a trio\nLeave hoes, below, you finished?\nAbomination comin' I got that combination cracks\nAll that time you wastin' runnin' I got that bomb relation rap\nNow they're tryin' to make it back to Tech N9ne and shakin' whack\nNow I'm dominatin', mom awakin' from a non forsaken nap\nHello mother, when you left I was no mellow brother\nI put on my red, killed 'em all dead and I did it with my fellow thuggers\nI tell no others, but I'm taking my hell so hovers\nWhen I gotta murder everything dead - I smother\nLike Othello's lover\nYou cannot tell me to stop it with doctor Loomis\nNothing would ever delay when I got your doom, it's\nThe Boogeyman I got to get your for real and\nNobody is saving me, not with appeal I'm a murderin' son of a bitch\nAnd I'm ill with impeccable skill and a purpose to kill\n\nMy mental's made of Michael Myers' mask\n(You) Lay lifeless, Lord don't like yo liars laugh\n(Who) Wanna see this sinful psycho sire spaz?\n(Please don't) Light yo lighters last\n(Cause this) Frightful fire's fast (uh-huh)\n\nNot too many motherfuckers out there I wish I hadn't killed\nDraggin' lil' rappers up Debra's Hill like Jack and Jill\nSlashin' till the back cracks attackin' with stabbin' still\nHavin' chills when it happens after stashin' 'em in Haddonfield\nI got a demon in me, green within me, seen the memory\nHow I get souls\n\nBring in Philly, things to get me\nNever dead that is why I got up out of Smith's Grove\nI'll eradicate a nigga with the feeling\nThat he better then a spittah with a bigger trigger\nStep up and try to get at me and be disposed\n\nI don't know why the great Malek Akkad\nNot fuckin' with me, wanted to use the theme for P.B.3\nThey told me fuckin' fifty, Yea it's worth yea we gotta\nBut not when Carpenter charged me five for the first Psycho Bitch So I had to switch when I just wanted to keep it alive!\n\nGuess he didn't know I spill them bastards\nWho say another killer's better I kill them slashers\nI peel them actors, I'm real grim faster\nOriginal mask motherfucker William Shatner\n\nThis killer Jam Knocks\nI'm here to kill everbody lyrically, specifically till her pants drop\nI'm iller than Shaq, thriller fans watch me\nMurder many men in Michael Myers mask not a Silver Shamrock\nCelebrate Samhain all year round\nNever let a fake man reign!\nI'mma bake damn brains with a weird sound\nGivin hella aches and pain\nEminem is Jason, Krayzie Bone is leatherface and Bushwick Chuckie\nBut anything after double M were just replicas of me\nWho got you? Niggas need a new doctor\nStop the bleeding, who shot you?\nIt was really a true chopper\nMike is who offed you, mainly because you caca\nStep and see who do block you\nRest in peace to Moustapha\n\nMr. Sandman, nobody wants to see you\nMy Tony Moran stand","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Midwest Choppers 2\n  artist: Tech N9ne\n  album: Midwest Choppers 2\n  duration_ms: 274000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Laurie Strode, I got a gory soul, so the story goes\n  Should have never killed another one to get a bit of lovin' in me\n  Or reload, reload everybody lookin' at me like a hero\n  When I kill a demon lesser than zero\n  See no, evil within it, I'm a killer and I'm bigger than Deebo\n  He knows, we go, beginning\n\n  Deep inside of me I'm dealin' with a trio\n  Leave hoes, below, you finished?\n  Abomination comin' I got that combination cracks\n  All that time you wastin' runnin' I got that bomb relation rap\n  Now they're tryin' to make it back to Tech N9ne and shakin' whack\n  Now I'm dominatin', mom awakin' from a non forsaken nap\n  Hello mother, when you left I was no mellow brother\n  I put on my red, killed 'em all dead and I did it with my fellow thuggers\n  I tell no others, but I'm taking my hell so hovers\n  When I gotta murder everything dead - I smother\n  Like Othello's lover\n  You cannot tell me to stop it with doctor Loomis\n  Nothing would ever delay when I got your doom, it's\n  The Boogeyman I got to get your for real and\n  Nobody is saving me, not with appeal I'm a murderin' son of a bitch\n  And I'm ill with impeccable skill and a purpose to kill\n\n  My mental's made of Michael Myers' mask\n  (You) Lay lifeless, Lord don't like yo liars laugh\n  (Who) Wanna see this sinful psycho sire spaz?\n  (Please don't) Light yo lighters last\n  (Cause this) Frightful fire's fast (uh-huh)\n\n  Not too many motherfuckers out there I wish I hadn't killed\n  Draggin' lil' rappers up Debra's Hill like Jack and Jill\n  Slashin' till the back cracks attackin' with stabbin' still\n  Havin' chills when it happens after stashin' 'em in Haddonfield\n  I got a demon in me, green within me, seen the memory\n  How I get souls\n\n  Bring in Philly, things to get me\n  Never dead that is why I got up out of Smith's Grove\n  I'll eradicate a nigga with the feeling\n  That he better then a spittah with a bigger trigger\n  Step up and try to get at me and be disposed\n\n  I don't know why the great Malek Akkad\n  Not fuckin' with me, wanted to use the theme for P.B.3\n  They told me fuckin' fifty, Yea it's worth yea we gotta\n  But not when Carpenter charged me five for the first Psycho Bitch So I had to switch when I just wanted to keep it alive!\n\n  Guess he didn't know I spill them bastards\n  Who say another killer's better I kill them slashers\n  I peel them actors, I'm real grim faster\n  Original mask motherfucker William Shatner\n\n  This killer Jam Knocks\n  I'm here to kill everbody lyrically, specifically till her pants drop\n  I'm iller than Shaq, thriller fans watch me\n  Murder many men in Michael Myers mask not a Silver Shamrock\n  Celebrate Samhain all year round\n  Never let a fake man reign!\n  I'mma bake damn brains with a weird sound\n  Givin hella aches and pain\n  Eminem is Jason, Krayzie Bone is leatherface and Bushwick Chuckie\n  But anything after double M were just replicas of me\n  Who got you? Niggas need a new doctor\n  Stop the bleeding, who shot you?\n  It was really a true chopper\n  Mike is who offed you, mainly because you caca\n  Step and see who do block you\n  Rest in peace to Moustapha\n\n  Mr. Sandman, nobody wants to see you\n  My Tony Moran stand\n"},{"id":13443134,"name":"Midwest Choppers 2","trackName":"Midwest Choppers 2","artistName":"Tech N9ne","albumName":"Tech N9ne: The Box Set","duration":274.337959,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Laurie Strode, I got a gory soul, so the story goes\nShould have never killed another one to get a bit of lovin' in me\nOr reload, reload everybody lookin' at me like a hero\nWhen I kill a demon lesser than zero\nSee no, evil within it, I'm a killer and I'm bigger than Deebo\nHe knows, we go, beginning\n\nDeep inside of me I'm dealin' with a trio\nLeave hoes, below, you finished?\nAbomination comin' I got that combination cracks\nAll that time you wastin' runnin' I got that bomb relation rap\nNow they're tryin' to make it back to Tech N9ne and shakin' whack\nNow I'm dominatin', mom awakin' from a non forsaken nap\nHello mother, when you left I was no mellow brother\nI put on my red, killed 'em all dead and I did it with my fellow thuggers\nI tell no others, but I'm taking my hell so hovers\nWhen I gotta murder everything dead - I smother\nLike Othello's lover\nYou cannot tell me to stop it with doctor Loomis\nNothing would ever delay when I got your doom, it's\nThe Boogeyman I got to get your for real and\nNobody is saving me, not with appeal I'm a murderin' son of a bitch\nAnd I'm ill with impeccable skill and a purpose to kill\n\nMy mental's made of Michael Myers' mask\n(You) Lay lifeless, Lord don't like yo liars laugh\n(Who) Wanna see this sinful psycho sire spaz?\n(Please don't) Light yo lighters last\n(Cause this) Frightful fire's fast (uh-huh)\n\nNot too many motherfuckers out there I wish I hadn't killed\nDraggin' lil' rappers up Debra's Hill like Jack and Jill\nSlashin' till the back cracks attackin' with stabbin' still\nHavin' chills when it happens after stashin' 'em in Haddonfield\nI got a demon in me, green within me, seen the memory\nHow I get souls\n\nBring in Philly, things to get me\nNever dead that is why I got up out of Smith's Grove\nI'll eradicate a nigga with the feeling\nThat he better then a spittah with a bigger trigger\nStep up and try to get at me and be disposed\n\nI don't know why the great Malek Akkad\nNot fuckin' with me, wanted to use the theme for P.B.3\nThey told me fuckin' fifty, Yea it's worth yea we gotta\nBut not when Carpenter charged me five for the first Psycho Bitch So I had to switch when I just wanted to keep it alive!\n\nGuess he didn't know I spill them bastards\nWho say another killer's better I kill them slashers\nI peel them actors, I'm real grim faster\nOriginal mask motherfucker William Shatner\n\nThis killer Jam Knocks\nI'm here to kill everbody lyrically, specifically till her pants drop\nI'm iller than Shaq, thriller fans watch me\nMurder many men in Michael Myers mask not a Silver Shamrock\nCelebrate Samhain all year round\nNever let a fake man reign!\nI'mma bake damn brains with a weird sound\nGivin hella aches and pain\nEminem is Jason, Krayzie Bone is leatherface and Bushwick Chuckie\nBut anything after double M were just replicas of me\nWho got you? Niggas need a new doctor\nStop the bleeding, who shot you?\nIt was really a true chopper\nMike is who offed you, mainly because you caca\nStep and see who do block you\nRest in peace to Moustapha\n\nMr. Sandman, nobody wants to see you\nMy Tony Moran stand","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Midwest Choppers 2\n  artist: Tech N9ne\n  album: 'Tech N9ne: The Box Set'\n  duration_ms: 274338\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Laurie Strode, I got a gory soul, so the story goes\n  Should have never killed another one to get a bit of lovin' in me\n  Or reload, reload everybody lookin' at me like a hero\n  When I kill a demon lesser than zero\n  See no, evil within it, I'm a killer and I'm bigger than Deebo\n  He knows, we go, beginning\n\n  Deep inside of me I'm dealin' with a trio\n  Leave hoes, below, you finished?\n  Abomination comin' I got that combination cracks\n  All that time you wastin' runnin' I got that bomb relation rap\n  Now they're tryin' to make it back to Tech N9ne and shakin' whack\n  Now I'm dominatin', mom awakin' from a non forsaken nap\n  Hello mother, when you left I was no mellow brother\n  I put on my red, killed 'em all dead and I did it with my fellow thuggers\n  I tell no others, but I'm taking my hell so hovers\n  When I gotta murder everything dead - I smother\n  Like Othello's lover\n  You cannot tell me to stop it with doctor Loomis\n  Nothing would ever delay when I got your doom, it's\n  The Boogeyman I got to get your for real and\n  Nobody is saving me, not with appeal I'm a murderin' son of a bitch\n  And I'm ill with impeccable skill and a purpose to kill\n\n  My mental's made of Michael Myers' mask\n  (You) Lay lifeless, Lord don't like yo liars laugh\n  (Who) Wanna see this sinful psycho sire spaz?\n  (Please don't) Light yo lighters last\n  (Cause this) Frightful fire's fast (uh-huh)\n\n  Not too many motherfuckers out there I wish I hadn't killed\n  Draggin' lil' rappers up Debra's Hill like Jack and Jill\n  Slashin' till the back cracks attackin' with stabbin' still\n  Havin' chills when it happens after stashin' 'em in Haddonfield\n  I got a demon in me, green within me, seen the memory\n  How I get souls\n\n  Bring in Philly, things to get me\n  Never dead that is why I got up out of Smith's Grove\n  I'll eradicate a nigga with the feeling\n  That he better then a spittah with a bigger trigger\n  Step up and try to get at me and be disposed\n\n  I don't know why the great Malek Akkad\n  Not fuckin' with me, wanted to use the theme for P.B.3\n  They told me fuckin' fifty, Yea it's worth yea we gotta\n  But not when Carpenter charged me five for the first Psycho Bitch So I had to switch when I just wanted to keep it alive!\n\n  Guess he didn't know I spill them bastards\n  Who say another killer's better I kill them slashers\n  I peel them actors, I'm real grim faster\n  Original mask motherfucker William Shatner\n\n  This killer Jam Knocks\n  I'm here to kill everbody lyrically, specifically till her pants drop\n  I'm iller than Shaq, thriller fans watch me\n  Murder many men in Michael Myers mask not a Silver Shamrock\n  Celebrate Samhain all year round\n  Never let a fake man reign!\n  I'mma bake damn brains with a weird sound\n  Givin hella aches and pain\n  Eminem is Jason, Krayzie Bone is leatherface and Bushwick Chuckie\n  But anything after double M were just replicas of me\n  Who got you? Niggas need a new doctor\n  Stop the bleeding, who shot you?\n  It was really a true chopper\n  Mike is who offed you, mainly because you caca\n  Step and see who do block you\n  Rest in peace to Moustapha\n\n  Mr. Sandman, nobody wants to see you\n  My Tony Moran stand\n"},{"id":4958004,"name":"Midwest Choppers 2","trackName":"Midwest Choppers 2","artistName":"Tech N9ne","albumName":"Collabos: Sickology 101","duration":274.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Laurie Strode, I got a gory soul, so the story goes\nShould have never killed another one to get a bit of lovin' in me\nOr reload, reload everybody lookin' at me like a hero\nWhen I kill a demon lesser than zero\nSee no, evil within it, I'm a killer and I'm bigger than Deebo\nHe knows, we go, beginning\n\nDeep inside of me I'm dealin' with a trio\nLeave hoes, below, you finished?\nAbomination comin' I got that combination cracks\nAll that time you wastin' runnin' I got that bomb relation rap\nNow they're tryin' to make it back to Tech N9ne and shakin' whack\nNow I'm dominatin', mom awakin' from a non forsaken nap\nHello mother, when you left I was no mellow brother\nI put on my red, killed 'em all dead and I did it with my fellow thuggers\nI tell no others, but I'm taking my hell so hovers\nWhen I gotta murder everything dead - I smother\nLike Othello's lover\nYou cannot tell me to stop it with doctor Loomis\nNothing would ever delay when I got your doom, it's\nThe Boogeyman I got to get your for real and\nNobody is saving me, not with appeal I'm a murderin' son of a bitch\nAnd I'm ill with impeccable skill and a purpose to kill\n\nMy mental's made of Michael Myers' mask\n(You) Lay lifeless, Lord don't like yo liars laugh\n(Who) Wanna see this sinful psycho sire spaz?\n(Please don't) Light yo lighters last\n(Cause this) Frightful fire's fast (uh-huh)\n\nNot too many motherfuckers out there I wish I hadn't killed\nDraggin' lil' rappers up Debra's Hill like Jack and Jill\nSlashin' till the back cracks attackin' with stabbin' still\nHavin' chills when it happens after stashin' 'em in Haddonfield\nI got a demon in me, green within me, seen the memory\nHow I get souls\n\nBring in Philly, things to get me\nNever dead that is why I got up out of Smith's Grove\nI'll eradicate a nigga with the feeling\nThat he better then a spittah with a bigger trigger\nStep up and try to get at me and be disposed\n\nI don't know why the great Malek Akkad\nNot fuckin' with me, wanted to use the theme for P.B.3\nThey told me fuckin' fifty, Yea it's worth yea we gotta\nBut not when Carpenter charged me five for the first Psycho Bitch So I had to switch when I just wanted to keep it alive!\n\nGuess he didn't know I spill them bastards\nWho say another killer's better I kill them slashers\nI peel them actors, I'm real grim faster\nOriginal mask motherfucker William Shatner\n\nThis killer Jam Knocks\nI'm here to kill everbody lyrically, specifically till her pants drop\nI'm iller than Shaq, thriller fans watch me\nMurder many men in Michael Myers mask not a Silver Shamrock\nCelebrate Samhain all year round\nNever let a fake man reign!\nI'mma bake damn brains with a weird sound\nGivin hella aches and pain\nEminem is Jason, Krayzie Bone is leatherface and Bushwick Chuckie\nBut anything after double M were just replicas of me\nWho got you? Niggas need a new doctor\nStop the bleeding, who shot you?\nIt was really a true chopper\nMike is who offed you, mainly because you caca\nStep and see who do block you\nRest in peace to Moustapha\n\nMr. Sandman, nobody wants to see you\nMy Tony Moran stand","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Midwest Choppers 2\n  artist: Tech N9ne\n  album: 'Collabos: Sickology 101'\n  duration_ms: 274000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Laurie Strode, I got a gory soul, so the story goes\n  Should have never killed another one to get a bit of lovin' in me\n  Or reload, reload everybody lookin' at me like a hero\n  When I kill a demon lesser than zero\n  See no, evil within it, I'm a killer and I'm bigger than Deebo\n  He knows, we go, beginning\n\n  Deep inside of me I'm dealin' with a trio\n  Leave hoes, below, you finished?\n  Abomination comin' I got that combination cracks\n  All that time you wastin' runnin' I got that bomb relation rap\n  Now they're tryin' to make it back to Tech N9ne and shakin' whack\n  Now I'm dominatin', mom awakin' from a non forsaken nap\n  Hello mother, when you left I was no mellow brother\n  I put on my red, killed 'em all dead and I did it with my fellow thuggers\n  I tell no others, but I'm taking my hell so hovers\n  When I gotta murder everything dead - I smother\n  Like Othello's lover\n  You cannot tell me to stop it with doctor Loomis\n  Nothing would ever delay when I got your doom, it's\n  The Boogeyman I got to get your for real and\n  Nobody is saving me, not with appeal I'm a murderin' son of a bitch\n  And I'm ill with impeccable skill and a purpose to kill\n\n  My mental's made of Michael Myers' mask\n  (You) Lay lifeless, Lord don't like yo liars laugh\n  (Who) Wanna see this sinful psycho sire spaz?\n  (Please don't) Light yo lighters last\n  (Cause this) Frightful fire's fast (uh-huh)\n\n  Not too many motherfuckers out there I wish I hadn't killed\n  Draggin' lil' rappers up Debra's Hill like Jack and Jill\n  Slashin' till the back cracks attackin' with stabbin' still\n  Havin' chills when it happens after stashin' 'em in Haddonfield\n  I got a demon in me, green within me, seen the memory\n  How I get souls\n\n  Bring in Philly, things to get me\n  Never dead that is why I got up out of Smith's Grove\n  I'll eradicate a nigga with the feeling\n  That he better then a spittah with a bigger trigger\n  Step up and try to get at me and be disposed\n\n  I don't know why the great Malek Akkad\n  Not fuckin' with me, wanted to use the theme for P.B.3\n  They told me fuckin' fifty, Yea it's worth yea we gotta\n  But not when Carpenter charged me five for the first Psycho Bitch So I had to switch when I just wanted to keep it alive!\n\n  Guess he didn't know I spill them bastards\n  Who say another killer's better I kill them slashers\n  I peel them actors, I'm real grim faster\n  Original mask motherfucker William Shatner\n\n  This killer Jam Knocks\n  I'm here to kill everbody lyrically, specifically till her pants drop\n  I'm iller than Shaq, thriller fans watch me\n  Murder many men in Michael Myers mask not a Silver Shamrock\n  Celebrate Samhain all year round\n  Never let a fake man reign!\n  I'mma bake damn brains with a weird sound\n  Givin hella aches and pain\n  Eminem is Jason, Krayzie Bone is leatherface and Bushwick Chuckie\n  But anything after double M were just replicas of me\n  Who got you? Niggas need a new doctor\n  Stop the bleeding, who shot you?\n  It was really a true chopper\n  Mike is who offed you, mainly because you caca\n  Step and see who do block you\n  Rest in peace to Moustapha\n\n  Mr. Sandman, nobody wants to see you\n  My Tony Moran stand\n"},{"id":1901919,"name":"Midwest Choppers 2","trackName":"Midwest Choppers 2","artistName":"Tech N9ne","albumName":"Sickology 101","duration":274.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Laurie Strode, I got a gory soul, so the story goes\nShould have never killed another one to get a bit of lovin' in me\nOr reload, reload everybody lookin' at me like a hero\nWhen I kill a demon lesser than zero\nSee no, evil within it, I'm a killer and I'm bigger than Deebo\nHe knows, we go, beginning\n\nDeep inside of me I'm dealin' with a trio\nLeave hoes, below, you finished?\nAbomination comin' I got that combination cracks\nAll that time you wastin' runnin' I got that bomb relation rap\nNow they're tryin' to make it back to Tech N9ne and shakin' whack\nNow I'm dominatin', mom awakin' from a non forsaken nap\nHello mother, when you left I was no mellow brother\nI put on my red, killed 'em all dead and I did it with my fellow thuggers\nI tell no others, but I'm taking my hell so hovers\nWhen I gotta murder everything dead - I smother\nLike Othello's lover\nYou cannot tell me to stop it with doctor Loomis\nNothing would ever delay when I got your doom, it's\nThe Boogeyman I got to get your for real and\nNobody is saving me, not with appeal I'm a murderin' son of a bitch\nAnd I'm ill with impeccable skill and a purpose to kill\n\nMy mental's made of Michael Myers' mask\n(You) Lay lifeless, Lord don't like yo liars laugh\n(Who) Wanna see this sinful psycho sire spaz?\n(Please don't) Light yo lighters last\n(Cause this) Frightful fire's fast (uh-huh)\n\nNot too many motherfuckers out there I wish I hadn't killed\nDraggin' lil' rappers up Debra's Hill like Jack and Jill\nSlashin' till the back cracks attackin' with stabbin' still\nHavin' chills when it happens after stashin' 'em in Haddonfield\nI got a demon in me, green within me, seen the memory\nHow I get souls\n\nBring in Philly, things to get me\nNever dead that is why I got up out of Smith's Grove\nI'll eradicate a nigga with the feeling\nThat he better then a spittah with a bigger trigger\nStep up and try to get at me and be disposed\n\nI don't know why the great Malek Akkad\nNot fuckin' with me, wanted to use the theme for P.B.3\nThey told me fuckin' fifty, Yea it's worth yea we gotta\nBut not when Carpenter charged me five for the first Psycho Bitch So I had to switch when I just wanted to keep it alive!\n\nGuess he didn't know I spill them bastards\nWho say another killer's better I kill them slashers\nI peel them actors, I'm real grim faster\nOriginal mask motherfucker William Shatner\n\nThis killer Jam Knocks\nI'm here to kill everbody lyrically, specifically till her pants drop\nI'm iller than Shaq, thriller fans watch me\nMurder many men in Michael Myers mask not a Silver Shamrock\nCelebrate Samhain all year round\nNever let a fake man reign!\nI'mma bake damn brains with a weird sound\nGivin hella aches and pain\nEminem is Jason, Krayzie Bone is leatherface and Bushwick Chuckie\nBut anything after double M were just replicas of me\nWho got you? Niggas need a new doctor\nStop the bleeding, who shot you?\nIt was really a true chopper\nMike is who offed you, mainly because you caca\nStep and see who do block you\nRest in peace to Moustapha\n\nMr. Sandman, nobody wants to see you\nMy Tony Moran stand","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Midwest Choppers 2\n  artist: Tech N9ne\n  album: Sickology 101\n  duration_ms: 274000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Laurie Strode, I got a gory soul, so the story goes\n  Should have never killed another one to get a bit of lovin' in me\n  Or reload, reload everybody lookin' at me like a hero\n  When I kill a demon lesser than zero\n  See no, evil within it, I'm a killer and I'm bigger than Deebo\n  He knows, we go, beginning\n\n  Deep inside of me I'm dealin' with a trio\n  Leave hoes, below, you finished?\n  Abomination comin' I got that combination cracks\n  All that time you wastin' runnin' I got that bomb relation rap\n  Now they're tryin' to make it back to Tech N9ne and shakin' whack\n  Now I'm dominatin', mom awakin' from a non forsaken nap\n  Hello mother, when you left I was no mellow brother\n  I put on my red, killed 'em all dead and I did it with my fellow thuggers\n  I tell no others, but I'm taking my hell so hovers\n  When I gotta murder everything dead - I smother\n  Like Othello's lover\n  You cannot tell me to stop it with doctor Loomis\n  Nothing would ever delay when I got your doom, it's\n  The Boogeyman I got to get your for real and\n  Nobody is saving me, not with appeal I'm a murderin' son of a bitch\n  And I'm ill with impeccable skill and a purpose to kill\n\n  My mental's made of Michael Myers' mask\n  (You) Lay lifeless, Lord don't like yo liars laugh\n  (Who) Wanna see this sinful psycho sire spaz?\n  (Please don't) Light yo lighters last\n  (Cause this) Frightful fire's fast (uh-huh)\n\n  Not too many motherfuckers out there I wish I hadn't killed\n  Draggin' lil' rappers up Debra's Hill like Jack and Jill\n  Slashin' till the back cracks attackin' with stabbin' still\n  Havin' chills when it happens after stashin' 'em in Haddonfield\n  I got a demon in me, green within me, seen the memory\n  How I get souls\n\n  Bring in Philly, things to get me\n  Never dead that is why I got up out of Smith's Grove\n  I'll eradicate a nigga with the feeling\n  That he better then a spittah with a bigger trigger\n  Step up and try to get at me and be disposed\n\n  I don't know why the great Malek Akkad\n  Not fuckin' with me, wanted to use the theme for P.B.3\n  They told me fuckin' fifty, Yea it's worth yea we gotta\n  But not when Carpenter charged me five for the first Psycho Bitch So I had to switch when I just wanted to keep it alive!\n\n  Guess he didn't know I spill them bastards\n  Who say another killer's better I kill them slashers\n  I peel them actors, I'm real grim faster\n  Original mask motherfucker William Shatner\n\n  This killer Jam Knocks\n  I'm here to kill everbody lyrically, specifically till her pants drop\n  I'm iller than Shaq, thriller fans watch me\n  Murder many men in Michael Myers mask not a Silver Shamrock\n  Celebrate Samhain all year round\n  Never let a fake man reign!\n  I'mma bake damn brains with a weird sound\n  Givin hella aches and pain\n  Eminem is Jason, Krayzie Bone is leatherface and Bushwick Chuckie\n  But anything after double M were just replicas of me\n  Who got you? Niggas need a new doctor\n  Stop the bleeding, who shot you?\n  It was really a true chopper\n  Mike is who offed you, mainly because you caca\n  Step and see who do block you\n  Rest in peace to Moustapha\n\n  Mr. Sandman, nobody wants to see you\n  My Tony Moran stand\n"},{"id":23257527,"name":"Midwest Choppers 2","trackName":"Midwest Choppers 2","artistName":"Tech N9NE Collabos","albumName":"Sickology 101","duration":274.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Welcome to misery where the killers pop it up\nAnd when I say pop it up I mean dealing wit the tug of the gun\nWe can do it if anybody want it where the rappin' get to clapping tell everyone\nMisery loves company so we done with thee\nEnemy where he be energy sending me the route\nA negativity tripping wit me you running fo yo life\nCause you ran your mouth MOUTH\n[Chorus:]\nWe can sang or we can bang\nIt ain't no game we untamed\nWhether its fame or we can aim\nRelease your brains it ain't no thing\nMidwest choppers!\nYa know what I'm saying\nWe living in pain\nAnd it's a shame that you came and got drained\nAnd listen man stay in your lane\nMidwest choppers!\nFind it Murderers monologue come out of a sinister formidable place\nI can let you know the ins and the outs and I can spit it wicked\nTwisted And you can see by the look of my face\nGive me the mic and I'ma mangle it tangle it\nDefinitely people see that I got the hang of it\nPig you gotta try to make a mockery of a city\nWho\nPock em pock em damn we dangerous\nCame to get strange wit it bang wit it\nStop and get a little untamed wit it\nGet the chopper like a fully bully wit a hoodie stop him take him out\nSo he can Spit cane wit it\nWell the answer is right before your eyes\nWho do you despise?\nKillers who chop you we got to stop you\nWe gotta stop you pop you partner\nGet up outta the way when techa nina be busting\nGotta give it up I'm a veteran like I said so I'ma light em up and get in your head again\nIm better than ever\nNever let em feather an\nHit the mic and get in again\nMedicine ima\nChopper! [Repeat: x3]\nAutomatic kicking the ammunition\nKilling the competition when it ain't nobody\nHotter! [Repeat: x3]\nManage everything and everybody\nYou know we never missing\nListen to me\nHow can I make you understand that im a general\nEven if you popping the competition in minimal\nCant see the killers and you can bet that we criminal\nThe demons inside of me keep telling me where to go\nSo I'ma keep repping the mirror chopping freaking shows\nAnd I'm about to be on top of this and truly be busting\nBegging for mercy you punk I ain't giving you nothing\n[Chorus]\nWe be the best We ain't talking about women we be talking about paper\nAlready made come and terrible\nAnd the competition is the killer\nWith or with the Buretta tight right under my sweater\nAnd we hide it delopta be where my killers\nBut my dealers are better\nLike a blender Lee Roy like a guillotine chop yo hands out and throw me ou the window\nWatch yo lyrical\nThrough the atp\nWhen we come to the street we don post on the block\nFor the killer I'ma lift my middle finger up to the cop\nSo On the way to the studio we be making another hot track\nThey be loving the way we spit it\nBoy they want our position but they ain't never get it\nIn the hone of the pacific\nWe the definition of a soldier\nMy opposition is the cultural\nI spit like a tomic\nMe and my killer are guerrillas\nBoy we trying to battle cause they want our position\nBut they ain't never get it\nMan I told you\nWe the number one competitors dealing\nWorking the way to the top and get the million\nIn the hone of the city you can never cross us\nYou can try to read us\nYou can try to beat us\nTry to get your speed up but it ain't gon matter\nCause after were done busting a nigga we don after\nWe taking after techa nina is the master\n[Chorus]\nWhenever I'm repping the city in the cane\nHolla your brain cause I'm a disaster\nDilemma get ready decibel coming at ya\nWe wanna Come at ya\nBecause I'm a style master\nAnd I'm impressionable now\nJust so ya know now\nI make em sweat\nCause the best with the flow\nWhenever you wanna flex you can go\nKeep stressing your code\nAnd I make yo man go\nMidwest will flow like\nShe'll flow with more strife\nCause the energy is the bomb\nI can tell that you fascinated by the way we rhyme\nAnd we flow like with the mo like\nMo strike wit the fire\nBaby I know you say it off baby I know you say it off\nCause so enemy enemy's now\nIrritate with the haters that be coming around so I kick it\nLike a realla with the style\nI'm too set for a cure so and I don't need for a doctor to work\nLate for making yo nerves\nLate cause he called ya\nHands down now I popped ya now\nLets take a trip to the back of your real gear\nStrange the individual wit ill skill\nTalk with it\nLet me act like you get tough wit it\nWhen you get out of the truck spitting off the crane\nKillers goin' be the one to leaving yo bodies\nSmoke ya but really\nAnd the game is drop\nCause whenever I'm busting its like\nThe full heart stopper\nThe techa nina get up the flow cause we\nMidwest choppers\n[Chorus]\nYou better Act right get right\nCause im the baddest nigga hooking up with the fastest bad ass\nHit you with the lyrical lyrical miracle whip incredible knock the head like a several\nDiggy diggy down diggy down watcha diggy down cook it clown and at the house hold it down diggy diggy ? diggy down\nAnd if you look for the sound you can be found with the nigga in the crowd are you really wit me?\nAnd when you hear it then nigga then zip it\nThese make you want to reposition and pivit\nWhen we write it and spit it we makin somebody get it\nAnd if they wont hear it then they wont get it\nStop!\nOh we can keep babbling on\nOr rappling off at the mouth while we traveling\nAnd we speaking on on the speaking on the things we be doing coming in to pop my mouth\nAnd where the hell were you?\nAnd I can stop with the drop\nWith the Caribou\nAnd they see me pop I would say was you\nAnd I wont hesitate to chop you\nUntil to you\nWhile they doing you\nAnd if you look at the better at the better to combust you got the Cali gun for fun\nAnd if you throw me past the pack man you get it\nThey putting down the gun\nChopper you'sa chopper that techa ninas a chopper\nWe gon come and Knock your block off\nYou never see us coming hit you run and walk off\nCause is more what we wanting\nAnd we come in and head hunting\nWont stop til we get to the top\nIt's the way we Midwest chop you","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Midwest Choppers 2\n  artist: Tech N9NE Collabos\n  album: Sickology 101\n  duration_ms: 274000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Welcome to misery where the killers pop it up\n  And when I say pop it up I mean dealing wit the tug of the gun\n  We can do it if anybody want it where the rappin' get to clapping tell everyone\n  Misery loves company so we done with thee\n  Enemy where he be energy sending me the route\n  A negativity tripping wit me you running fo yo life\n  Cause you ran your mouth MOUTH\n  [Chorus:]\n  We can sang or we can bang\n  It ain't no game we untamed\n  Whether its fame or we can aim\n  Release your brains it ain't no thing\n  Midwest choppers!\n  Ya know what I'm saying\n  We living in pain\n  And it's a shame that you came and got drained\n  And listen man stay in your lane\n  Midwest choppers!\n  Find it Murderers monologue come out of a sinister formidable place\n  I can let you know the ins and the outs and I can spit it wicked\n  Twisted And you can see by the look of my face\n  Give me the mic and I'ma mangle it tangle it\n  Definitely people see that I got the hang of it\n  Pig you gotta try to make a mockery of a city\n  Who\n  Pock em pock em damn we dangerous\n  Came to get strange wit it bang wit it\n  Stop and get a little untamed wit it\n  Get the chopper like a fully bully wit a hoodie stop him take him out\n  So he can Spit cane wit it\n  Well the answer is right before your eyes\n  Who do you despise?\n  Killers who chop you we got to stop you\n  We gotta stop you pop you partner\n  Get up outta the way when techa nina be busting\n  Gotta give it up I'm a veteran like I said so I'ma light em up and get in your head again\n  Im better than ever\n  Never let em feather an\n  Hit the mic and get in again\n  Medicine ima\n  Chopper! [Repeat: x3]\n  Automatic kicking the ammunition\n  Killing the competition when it ain't nobody\n  Hotter! [Repeat: x3]\n  Manage everything and everybody\n  You know we never missing\n  Listen to me\n  How can I make you understand that im a general\n  Even if you popping the competition in minimal\n  Cant see the killers and you can bet that we criminal\n  The demons inside of me keep telling me where to go\n  So I'ma keep repping the mirror chopping freaking shows\n  And I'm about to be on top of this and truly be busting\n  Begging for mercy you punk I ain't giving you nothing\n  [Chorus]\n  We be the best We ain't talking about women we be talking about paper\n  Already made come and terrible\n  And the competition is the killer\n  With or with the Buretta tight right under my sweater\n  And we hide it delopta be where my killers\n  But my dealers are better\n  Like a blender Lee Roy like a guillotine chop yo hands out and throw me ou the window\n  Watch yo lyrical\n  Through the atp\n  When we come to the street we don post on the block\n  For the killer I'ma lift my middle finger up to the cop\n  So On the way to the studio we be making another hot track\n  They be loving the way we spit it\n  Boy they want our position but they ain't never get it\n  In the hone of the pacific\n  We the definition of a soldier\n  My opposition is the cultural\n  I spit like a tomic\n  Me and my killer are guerrillas\n  Boy we trying to battle cause they want our position\n  But they ain't never get it\n  Man I told you\n  We the number one competitors dealing\n  Working the way to the top and get the million\n  In the hone of the city you can never cross us\n  You can try to read us\n  You can try to beat us\n  Try to get your speed up but it ain't gon matter\n  Cause after were done busting a nigga we don after\n  We taking after techa nina is the master\n  [Chorus]\n  Whenever I'm repping the city in the cane\n  Holla your brain cause I'm a disaster\n  Dilemma get ready decibel coming at ya\n  We wanna Come at ya\n  Because I'm a style master\n  And I'm impressionable now\n  Just so ya know now\n  I make em sweat\n  Cause the best with the flow\n  Whenever you wanna flex you can go\n  Keep stressing your code\n  And I make yo man go\n  Midwest will flow like\n  She'll flow with more strife\n  Cause the energy is the bomb\n  I can tell that you fascinated by the way we rhyme\n  And we flow like with the mo like\n  Mo strike wit the fire\n  Baby I know you say it off baby I know you say it off\n  Cause so enemy enemy's now\n  Irritate with the haters that be coming around so I kick it\n  Like a realla with the style\n  I'm too set for a cure so and I don't need for a doctor to work\n  Late for making yo nerves\n  Late cause he called ya\n  Hands down now I popped ya now\n  Lets take a trip to the back of your real gear\n  Strange the individual wit ill skill\n  Talk with it\n  Let me act like you get tough wit it\n  When you get out of the truck spitting off the crane\n  Killers goin' be the one to leaving yo bodies\n  Smoke ya but really\n  And the game is drop\n  Cause whenever I'm busting its like\n  The full heart stopper\n  The techa nina get up the flow cause we\n  Midwest choppers\n  [Chorus]\n  You better Act right get right\n  Cause im the baddest nigga hooking up with the fastest bad ass\n  Hit you with the lyrical lyrical miracle whip incredible knock the head like a several\n  Diggy diggy down diggy down watcha diggy down cook it clown and at the house hold it down diggy diggy ? diggy down\n  And if you look for the sound you can be found with the nigga in the crowd are you really wit me?\n  And when you hear it then nigga then zip it\n  These make you want to reposition and pivit\n  When we write it and spit it we makin somebody get it\n  And if they wont hear it then they wont get it\n  Stop!\n  Oh we can keep babbling on\n  Or rappling off at the mouth while we traveling\n  And we speaking on on the speaking on the things we be doing coming in to pop my mouth\n  And where the hell were you?\n  And I can stop with the drop\n  With the Caribou\n  And they see me pop I would say was you\n  And I wont hesitate to chop you\n  Until to you\n  While they doing you\n  And if you look at the better at the better to combust you got the Cali gun for fun\n  And if you throw me past the pack man you get it\n  They putting down the gun\n  Chopper you'sa chopper that techa ninas a chopper\n  We gon come and Knock your block off\n  You never see us coming hit you run and walk off\n  Cause is more what we wanting\n  And we come in and head hunting\n  Wont stop til we get to the top\n  It's the way we Midwest chop you\n"},{"id":32850813,"name":"Midwest Choppers 2","trackName":"Midwest Choppers 2","artistName":"Tech N9ne feat․ Krayzie Bone & K-Dean","albumName":"Sickology 101","duration":274.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"RAP POP ROCK LIT COUNTRY R&B NEWS HISTORY SPORTS SCREEN LAW TECH X META\n\nGenius\n\n/beta\n\nMidwest Choppers IITech N9neTech's second master delivery MC posse of the Midwest; includes fellow Kansas City native K-Dean and rap veteran Krayzie Bone from Bone-Thugs-N-Harmony, famous for their rapid delivery\n\nWe scoured the globe on a quest to find the most elite\nMost intricate tongues of all time\nCalifornia, New York, Denmark, Australia\nThen a cold wind from the Midwest brought the hardest\nFastest, most accurate tongues ever heard in our lifetime\nThese are the Midwest Choppers\n\nI got a message for any one of you muthafuckin niggas\nThat wanna talk 'bout the Mid-Midwest\nWe dangerous, Aim to bust any little nigga with a big-big chest\nAnybody that wanna be comin thinkin they hotter\nI'm a type of nigga that'll really kill ya for dollas\nFuck everybody that want a piece of a killa\nFor real, Me and my niggas will leave you floatin in a river\nSo fuck all you haters, You heard what I said\nMy flow a little bit over your head\nAct like a pencil, I'll fill you with led\nIf you afraid, Then tell me you scared\nCause I'mma little bit out of my muthafuckin mind\nThe hardest rapper that Tecca N9na could fuckin find\nWho that? Who that? That's me\nWho that? Who that? K-Dean\nWhen I was comin up in the game everybody was tellin me\n'I really be killin a lot of you niggas, I'm mean'\nFuckin with my niggas D-Loc and Dalima\nThey told me, 'I be really gotta be a muderer killin machine'\nI didn't care about nothing but rappin my way to the top\nFuckin with my nigga Tech, cause I'm really hot\nAnybody got a problem with any one of my niggas\nI'll pulled out the 9 milli up to a pop\nBring the heat, Bring the noise, Bring the flames\nAnything that you bring, I'mma tame\nPuttin dirt on the top of my name\nPull back and I click-click, bang\nAsk Tech, He'll tell you I'm strange\nIf you ever wanna talk about me\nI'mma run up, Gun up and leave you with no brain\nThen you'll know my flow is insane\n\nI be on the West Coast, I be on the East Coast\nI be North, South, but I reside on my side, Midwest Chopper\nEven though I'm all up in the Northwest\nAll across the U.S\nOverseas, Midwest Choppers\n\nAy-Oh-Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh (You can't touch us)\nAy-Oh-Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh (Yeah, Midwest Choppers)\nAy-Oh-Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh (You can't touch us)\nAy-Oh-Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh (Nigga, Midwest Choppers)\n\nCome, come get some of this\nMidwest murda music, murda music, murda music\nCome, come get some of this\nMidwest murda music, murda music, murda music\nLet me hit 'em\nWhen I get 'em, I'mma split 'em, I'mma kill 'em\nI'm the nigga with the lyrical venom finna get up in them\nWhen they give me the instrumental\nI finish 'em, diminish 'em\nI guarantee the murda music is a minimum\nBut lately I been givin 'em hell\nThey don't really wanna see me, I'm servin' 'em swell\nCall me a monster, Designer, First To bomb ya\nLeathaface pullin up in that hearse beside ya\nMurda, mo murda, mo murda, mo murdered 'em all, kill 'em all\nKrayzie kill 'em all, they fall\nIt's a lyrical execution\nWe snap faster, We the rap masters\nSqueeze the gat, Blast it, If that's how it gots to be\nSo they better get it ready\nCause I'm heated like an AK-47 spittin bullet fuckin' lyrics out of me\nWell that's somethin, That's crazy, Jackson\nHe's amazin action, Stay in action\nRap singin at ya, I'm blazin at ya\nI'm kinda like an automatic aimin at ya\nAnd I don't want a little bit of flame to ashes\nYou know you really truely insane to madness\nYou're never gonna find other niggas more scandalous\nThan this Midwest blastin family\n\nI am the definition of murda\nThe N9ne is now coming to serve ya\nYou're running but you can't go no furtha\nCause I'm running through you with no sign of inertia\nGimme the mic and I bet that you duck\nIt's what you betta do when I'm bussin\nI be flippin, I'm incredible, Never get on my level\nI'm a killa with the pedal to the medal\nYou're edible and ya death is so inevitable\nI can take it to ya momma, Ya daddy, The back of a caddy\nYou cut up in the sack with a baggy and I wanna...\nTake it out and make it patty\nYou gotta be patty\nCause that'll be bad if you decide to mad, Is you gonna?\nYou can listen to me and see I'm the nigga with the ammunition\nI'm givin the livin a vision of death\nMakin 'em sick and depressed\nCause I be givin everything\nI'm a rebel and I'm still with the quick and the best\nMakin 'em walk in the business\nI get up in it to rip and diminish ya\nTrip and I finish ya\nDig it, You really get me livid, I'm bout give it a pivot\nI'mma stick it so we can differ to sinister\nI be the chopper that got ya little boppers goin off us\nBetter not let me up on the premises\nCause I'm a doctor that's out for the shotaz when I brought ya\nBe cautious never talk of this nemesis\nWe on top of the hill when it come to the skill\nOther rappers are damn jokers\nThey be givin the people comedy\nBut the Tecca N9na misery shit is Bram Stoker","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Midwest Choppers 2\n  artist: Tech N9ne feat․ Krayzie Bone & K-Dean\n  album: Sickology 101\n  duration_ms: 274000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  RAP POP ROCK LIT COUNTRY R&B NEWS HISTORY SPORTS SCREEN LAW TECH X META\n\n  Genius\n\n  /beta\n\n  Midwest Choppers IITech N9neTech's second master delivery MC posse of the Midwest; includes fellow Kansas City native K-Dean and rap veteran Krayzie Bone from Bone-Thugs-N-Harmony, famous for their rapid delivery\n\n  We scoured the globe on a quest to find the most elite\n  Most intricate tongues of all time\n  California, New York, Denmark, Australia\n  Then a cold wind from the Midwest brought the hardest\n  Fastest, most accurate tongues ever heard in our lifetime\n  These are the Midwest Choppers\n\n  I got a message for any one of you muthafuckin niggas\n  That wanna talk 'bout the Mid-Midwest\n  We dangerous, Aim to bust any little nigga with a big-big chest\n  Anybody that wanna be comin thinkin they hotter\n  I'm a type of nigga that'll really kill ya for dollas\n  Fuck everybody that want a piece of a killa\n  For real, Me and my niggas will leave you floatin in a river\n  So fuck all you haters, You heard what I said\n  My flow a little bit over your head\n  Act like a pencil, I'll fill you with led\n  If you afraid, Then tell me you scared\n  Cause I'mma little bit out of my muthafuckin mind\n  The hardest rapper that Tecca N9na could fuckin find\n  Who that? Who that? That's me\n  Who that? Who that? K-Dean\n  When I was comin up in the game everybody was tellin me\n  'I really be killin a lot of you niggas, I'm mean'\n  Fuckin with my niggas D-Loc and Dalima\n  They told me, 'I be really gotta be a muderer killin machine'\n  I didn't care about nothing but rappin my way to the top\n  Fuckin with my nigga Tech, cause I'm really hot\n  Anybody got a problem with any one of my niggas\n  I'll pulled out the 9 milli up to a pop\n  Bring the heat, Bring the noise, Bring the flames\n  Anything that you bring, I'mma tame\n  Puttin dirt on the top of my name\n  Pull back and I click-click, bang\n  Ask Tech, He'll tell you I'm strange\n  If you ever wanna talk about me\n  I'mma run up, Gun up and leave you with no brain\n  Then you'll know my flow is insane\n\n  I be on the West Coast, I be on the East Coast\n  I be North, South, but I reside on my side, Midwest Chopper\n  Even though I'm all up in the Northwest\n  All across the U.S\n  Overseas, Midwest Choppers\n\n  Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh (You can't touch us)\n  Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh (Yeah, Midwest Choppers)\n  Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh (You can't touch us)\n  Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh (Nigga, Midwest Choppers)\n\n  Come, come get some of this\n  Midwest murda music, murda music, murda music\n  Come, come get some of this\n  Midwest murda music, murda music, murda music\n  Let me hit 'em\n  When I get 'em, I'mma split 'em, I'mma kill 'em\n  I'm the nigga with the lyrical venom finna get up in them\n  When they give me the instrumental\n  I finish 'em, diminish 'em\n  I guarantee the murda music is a minimum\n  But lately I been givin 'em hell\n  They don't really wanna see me, I'm servin' 'em swell\n  Call me a monster, Designer, First To bomb ya\n  Leathaface pullin up in that hearse beside ya\n  Murda, mo murda, mo murda, mo murdered 'em all, kill 'em all\n  Krayzie kill 'em all, they fall\n  It's a lyrical execution\n  We snap faster, We the rap masters\n  Squeeze the gat, Blast it, If that's how it gots to be\n  So they better get it ready\n  Cause I'm heated like an AK-47 spittin bullet fuckin' lyrics out of me\n  Well that's somethin, That's crazy, Jackson\n  He's amazin action, Stay in action\n  Rap singin at ya, I'm blazin at ya\n  I'm kinda like an automatic aimin at ya\n  And I don't want a little bit of flame to ashes\n  You know you really truely insane to madness\n  You're never gonna find other niggas more scandalous\n  Than this Midwest blastin family\n\n  I am the definition of murda\n  The N9ne is now coming to serve ya\n  You're running but you can't go no furtha\n  Cause I'm running through you with no sign of inertia\n  Gimme the mic and I bet that you duck\n  It's what you betta do when I'm bussin\n  I be flippin, I'm incredible, Never get on my level\n  I'm a killa with the pedal to the medal\n  You're edible and ya death is so inevitable\n  I can take it to ya momma, Ya daddy, The back of a caddy\n  You cut up in the sack with a baggy and I wanna...\n  Take it out and make it patty\n  You gotta be patty\n  Cause that'll be bad if you decide to mad, Is you gonna?\n  You can listen to me and see I'm the nigga with the ammunition\n  I'm givin the livin a vision of death\n  Makin 'em sick and depressed\n  Cause I be givin everything\n  I'm a rebel and I'm still with the quick and the best\n  Makin 'em walk in the business\n  I get up in it to rip and diminish ya\n  Trip and I finish ya\n  Dig it, You really get me livid, I'm bout give it a pivot\n  I'mma stick it so we can differ to sinister\n  I be the chopper that got ya little boppers goin off us\n  Better not let me up on the premises\n  Cause I'm a doctor that's out for the shotaz when I brought ya\n  Be cautious never talk of this nemesis\n  We on top of the hill when it come to the skill\n  Other rappers are damn jokers\n  They be givin the people comedy\n  But the Tecca N9na misery shit is Bram Stoker\n"},{"id":9679135,"name":"Midwest Choppers 2","trackName":"Midwest Choppers 2","artistName":"Tech N9ne feat. Krayzie Bone & Swizz Beatz","albumName":"Collabos: Sickology 101","duration":274.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"We scoured the globe on a quest\nTo find the most elite, most intricate tongues of all time\nCalifornia, New York, Denmark, Australia\n\nThen a cold wind from the Midwest\nBrought the hardest, fastest, most accurate tongues\nEver heard in our lifetime\nThese are the Midwest Choppers\n\nI got a message for any one of you muthafuckin' niggaz\nThat wanna talk 'bout the Mid, Midwest\nWe dangerous, aim to bust any little nigga with a big, big chest\n\nAnybody that wanna be comin' thinkin' they hotter\nI'm a type of nigga that'll really kill ya for dollas\nFuck everybody that want a piece of a killa\nFor realla, me and my niggaz will leave you floatin' in a river\n\nSo fuck all you haters, you hear what I said\nMy flow a little bit over your head\nAct like a pencil, I'll fill you with led\nIf you afraid, then tell me you scared\n\n'Cause I'ma little bit out of my muthafuckin' mind\nThe hardest rapper that Tecca N9na could fuckin' find\nWho that? Who that? That's me, who that? Who that? K Dean\n\nWhen I was comin' up in the game, everybody was tellin' me\nI really be killin' a lot of you niggaz, I'm mean\nFuckin' with my niggaz D Loc and Dalima\nThey told me I really gotta be a murderer killer machine\n\nI didn't care about nothin' but rappin' my way to the top\nFuckin' with my nigga Tech, he told me I'm hot\nAnybody got a problem with any one of my niggaz\nI'll pulled out the 9 mill up and to a pop\n\nBring the heat, bring the noise, bring the flames\nAnything that you bring, I'ma tame\nPuttin' dirt on the top of my name\nPull back and I click, click, bang\n\nAsk Tech, he'll tell you I'm strange\nIf you ever wanna talk about me\nI'ma run up, gun up and leave you with no brain\nThen you'll know my flow is insane\n\nI be on the West Coast, I be on the East Coast\nI be north, south but I reside on my side, Midwest Chopper\nEven though I'm all up in the Northwest\nAll across the U.S, overseas, Midwest Choppers\n\nAy, oh, ay, oh, ay, oh, ay, oh\n(You can't touch us)\nAy, oh, ay, oh, ay, oh, ay, oh\n(Yeah, Midwest Choppers)\n\nAy, oh, ay, oh, ay, oh, ay, oh\n(You can't touch us)\nAy, oh, ay, oh, ay, oh, ay, oh\n(Nigga, Midwest Choppers)\n\nCome, come get some of this Midwest murda music\nMurda music, murda music\nCome, come get some of this Midwest murda music\nMurda music, murda music\n\nLet me hit 'em, when I get 'em, I'ma split 'em, I'ma kill 'em\nI'm the nigga with the lyrical venom, they get a venom\nWhen they give me the instrumental, I finish 'em, diminish 'em\nI guarantee the murda is a minimum\n\nBut lately I been givin' 'em hell\nThey don't really wanna see me, I'm so damn swell\nCall me a monster, verse designer, first to bomb ya\nLeathaface pullin' up in that hearse beside ya\n\nMurda, mo murda, mo murda, mo murdered 'em all\nKill 'em all, Krayzie kill 'em all, they fall\nIt's a lyrical execution\n\nWe snap faster, we the rap masters\nSqueeze the gat, blast it, if that's how it gots to be\nSo they better get it ready 'cause I'm heated like an AK 47\nSpittin' bullet fuckin' lyrics out of me\n\nWell, that's somethin', that's Crazy Jackson\nHis amazin' action, stayin' in action\nRap singin' at ya, I'm blazin' at ya\nI'm kinda like an automatic aimin' at ya\n\nAnd I don't want a little bit of flame to ashes\nYou know you really truly insane to madness\nYou're never gonna find other niggaz more scandalous\nThan this Midwest blastin' family\n\nI be on the West Coast, I be on the East Coast\nI be north, south but I reside on my side, Midwest Chopper\nEven though I'm all up in the Northwest\nAll across the U.S, overseas, Midwest Choppers\n\nAy, oh, ay, oh, ay, oh, ay, oh\n(You can't touch us)\nAy, oh, ay, oh, ay, oh, ay, oh\n(Yeah, Midwest Choppers)\n\nAy, oh, ay, oh, ay, oh, ay, oh\n(You can't touch us)\nAy, oh, ay, oh, ay, oh, ay, oh\n(Nigga, Midwest Choppers)\n\nI am the definition of murda\nThe N9ne is now coming to serve ya\nYou're runnin' but you can't go no furtha\n'Cause I'm runnin' through you with no sign of inertia\n\nGimme the mic and I bet that you duck\nIt's what you betta do when I'm bussin'\nI be flippin', I'm incredible\nNever get on my level I'm a killa with the pedal to the medal\nYou're edible and ya death is so inevitable\n\nI can take it to ya momma, ya daddy, the back of a Caddy\nYou cut up in the sack with a baggy and I wanna\nTake it out and make it patty, you gotta be patty\n'Cause that'll be bad if you decide to mad, is you gonna?\n\nYou can listen to me and see I'm the nigga with the ammunition\nI'm givin' the livin' a vision of death, makin' 'em sick and depressed\n'Cause I be givin' everythin'\nI'm a rebel and I'm still with the quick and the best\n\nMakin' 'em walk in the business\nI get up in it to rip and diminish ya, trip and I finish ya\nDig it, you really get me livid, I'm 'bout give it a pivot\nI'ma stick it so we can differ to sinister\n\nI be the chopper that got ya little boppers goin' off us\nBetter not let me up on the premises\n'Cause I'm a doctor that's out for the shotaz when I brought ya\nBe cautious never talk of this nemesis\n\nWe on top of the hill when it come to the skill\nOther rappers are damn jokers\nThey be givin' the people comedy\nBut the Techa N9na misery shit is Bram Stoker\n\nI be on the West Coast, I be on the East Coast\nI be north, south but I reside on my side, Midwest Chopper\nEven though I'm all up in the Northwest\nAll across the U.S, overseas, Midwest Choppers\n\nAy, oh, ay, oh, ay, oh, ay, oh\n(You can't touch us)\nAy, oh, ay, oh, ay, oh, ay, oh\n(Yeah, Midwest Choppers)\n\nAy, oh, ay, oh, ay, oh, ay, oh\n(You can't touch us)\nAy, oh, ay, oh, ay, oh, ay, oh\n(Nigga, Midwest)","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.93] We scoured the globe on a quest\n[00:02.93] To find the most elite, most intricate tongues of all time\n[00:09.09] California, New York, Denmark, Australia\n[00:14.15] Then a cold wind from the Midwest\n[00:16.15] Brought the hardest, fastest, most accurate tongues\n[00:21.27] Ever heard in our lifetime\n[00:23.22] These are the Midwest Choppers\n[00:26.31] I got a message for any one of you muthafuckin' niggaz\n[00:29.31] That wanna talk 'bout the Mid, Midwest\n[00:30.44] We dangerous, aim to bust any little nigga with a big, big chest\n[00:33.46] Anybody that wanna be comin' thinkin' they hotter\n[00:35.52] I'm a type of nigga that'll really kill ya for dollas\n[00:37.63] Fuck everybody that want a piece of a killa\n[00:38.63] For realla, me and my niggaz will leave you floatin' in a river\n[00:40.61] So fuck all you haters, you hear what I said\n[00:42.77] My flow a little bit over your head\n[00:43.72] Act like a pencil, I'll fill you with led\n[00:45.83] If you afraid, then tell me you scared\n[00:47.93] 'Cause I'ma little bit out of my muthafuckin' mind\n[00:49.08] The hardest rapper that Tecca N9na could fuckin' find\n[00:51.05] Who that? Who that? That's me, who that? Who that? K Dean\n[00:55.19] When I was comin' up in the game, everybody was tellin' me\n[00:56.14] I really be killin' a lot of you niggaz, I'm mean\n[00:58.19] Fuckin' with my niggaz D Loc and Dalima\n[00:59.27] They told me I really gotta be a murderer killer machine\n[01:01.28] I didn't care about nothin' but rappin' my way to the top\n[01:03.28] Fuckin' with my nigga Tech, he told me I'm hot\n[01:05.30] Anybody got a problem with any one of my niggaz\n[01:06.23] I'll pulled out the 9 mill up and to a pop\n[01:08.38] Bring the heat, bring the noise, bring the flames\n[01:10.37] Anything that you bring, I'ma tame\n[01:11.46] Puttin' dirt on the top of my name\n[01:13.41] Pull back and I click, click, bang\n[01:14.45] Ask Tech, he'll tell you I'm strange\n[01:16.52] If you ever wanna talk about me\n[01:18.57] I'ma run up, gun up and leave you with no brain\n[01:20.52] Then you'll know my flow is insane\n[01:22.55] I be on the West Coast, I be on the East Coast\n[01:24.78] I be north, south but I reside on my side, Midwest Chopper\n[01:29.63] Even though I'm all up in the Northwest\n[01:32.69] All across the U.S, overseas, Midwest Choppers\n[01:35.75] Ay, oh, ay, oh, ay, oh, ay, oh\n[01:38.76] (You can't touch us)\n[01:39.81] Ay, oh, ay, oh, ay, oh, ay, oh\n[01:41.88] (Yeah, Midwest Choppers)\n[01:42.97] Ay, oh, ay, oh, ay, oh, ay, oh\n[01:44.99] (You can't touch us)\n[01:47.01] Ay, oh, ay, oh, ay, oh, ay, oh\n[01:48.00] (Nigga, Midwest Choppers)\n[01:50.02] Come, come get some of this Midwest murda music\n[01:53.19] Murda music, murda music\n[01:56.16] Come, come get some of this Midwest murda music\n[01:59.22] Murda music, murda music\n[02:03.23] Let me hit 'em, when I get 'em, I'ma split 'em, I'ma kill 'em\n[02:04.35] I'm the nigga with the lyrical venom, they get a venom\n[02:06.30] When they give me the instrumental, I finish 'em, diminish 'em\n[02:08.41] I guarantee the murda is a minimum\n[02:09.45] But lately I been givin' 'em hell\n[02:11.40] They don't really wanna see me, I'm so damn swell\n[02:12.54] Call me a monster, verse designer, first to bomb ya\n[02:14.62] Leathaface pullin' up in that hearse beside ya\n[02:16.57] Murda, mo murda, mo murda, mo murdered 'em all\n[02:18.62] Kill 'em all, Krayzie kill 'em all, they fall\n[02:20.64] It's a lyrical execution\n[02:23.72] We snap faster, we the rap masters\n[02:25.73] Squeeze the gat, blast it, if that's how it gots to be\n[02:27.62] So they better get it ready 'cause I'm heated like an AK 47\n[02:29.74] Spittin' bullet fuckin' lyrics out of me\n[02:30.88] Well, that's somethin', that's Crazy Jackson\n[02:31.80] His amazin' action, stayin' in action\n[02:33.99] Rap singin' at ya, I'm blazin' at ya\n[02:34.98] I'm kinda like an automatic aimin' at ya\n[02:36.95] And I don't want a little bit of flame to ashes\n[02:39.04] You know you really truly insane to madness\n[02:41.09] You're never gonna find other niggaz more scandalous\n[02:43.04] Than this Midwest blastin' family\n[02:44.11] I be on the West Coast, I be on the East Coast\n[02:47.19] I be north, south but I reside on my side, Midwest Chopper\n[02:51.15] Even though I'm all up in the Northwest\n[02:54.22] All across the U.S, overseas, Midwest Choppers\n[02:58.22] Ay, oh, ay, oh, ay, oh, ay, oh\n[03:00.34] (You can't touch us)\n[03:01.48] Ay, oh, ay, oh, ay, oh, ay, oh\n[03:03.44] (Yeah, Midwest Choppers)\n[03:05.48] Ay, oh, ay, oh, ay, oh, ay, oh\n[03:06.54] (You can't touch us)\n[03:08.54] Ay, oh, ay, oh, ay, oh, ay, oh\n[03:10.59] (Nigga, Midwest Choppers)\n[03:12.59] I am the definition of murda\n[03:15.65] The N9ne is now coming to serve ya\n[03:19.64] You're runnin' but you can't go no furtha\n[03:21.71] 'Cause I'm runnin' through you with no sign of inertia\n[03:24.73] Gimme the mic and I bet that you duck\n[03:26.86] It's what you betta do when I'm bussin'\n[03:27.85] I be flippin', I'm incredible\n[03:28.85] Never get on my level I'm a killa with the pedal to the medal\n[03:29.80] You're edible and ya death is so inevitable\n[03:31.96] I can take it to ya momma, ya daddy, the back of a Caddy\n[03:33.90] You cut up in the sack with a baggy and I wanna\n[03:36.09] Take it out and make it patty, you gotta be patty\n[03:37.06] 'Cause that'll be bad if you decide to mad, is you gonna?\n[03:38.18] You can listen to me and see I'm the nigga with the ammunition\n[03:41.17] I'm givin' the livin' a vision of death, makin' 'em sick and depressed\n[03:43.22] 'Cause I be givin' everythin'\n[03:44.32] I'm a rebel and I'm still with the quick and the best\n[03:46.37] Makin' 'em walk in the business\n[03:47.36] I get up in it to rip and diminish ya, trip and I finish ya\n[03:49.34] Dig it, you really get me livid, I'm 'bout give it a pivot\n[03:51.36] I'ma stick it so we can differ to sinister\n[03:52.31] I be the chopper that got ya little boppers goin' off us\n[03:55.46] Better not let me up on the premises\n[03:56.48] 'Cause I'm a doctor that's out for the shotaz when I brought ya\n[03:58.46] Be cautious never talk of this nemesis\n[04:00.55] We on top of the hill when it come to the skill\n[04:01.53] Other rappers are damn jokers\n[04:03.64] They be givin' the people comedy\n[04:04.70] But the Techa N9na misery shit is Bram Stoker\n[04:06.88] I be on the West Coast, I be on the East Coast\n[04:09.84] I be north, south but I reside on my side, Midwest Chopper\n[04:13.89] Even though I'm all up in the Northwest\n[04:16.93] All across the U.S, overseas, Midwest Choppers\n[04:21.08] Ay, oh, ay, oh, ay, oh, ay, oh\n[04:23.02] (You can't touch us)\n[04:24.16] Ay, oh, ay, oh, ay, oh, ay, oh\n[04:26.25] (Yeah, Midwest Choppers)\n[04:28.36] Ay, oh, ay, oh, ay, oh, ay, oh\n[04:29.33] (You can't touch us)\n[04:31.45] Ay, oh, ay, oh, ay, oh, ay, oh\n[04:32.43] (Nigga, Midwest)\n[04:34.32] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Midwest Choppers 2\n  artist: Tech N9ne feat. 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Who that? That's me, who that? Who that? K Dean\n  start_ms: 51050\n  end_ms: 55190\n- text: When I was comin' up in the game, everybody was tellin' me\n  start_ms: 55190\n  end_ms: 56140\n- text: I really be killin' a lot of you niggaz, I'm mean\n  start_ms: 56140\n  end_ms: 58190\n- text: Fuckin' with my niggaz D Loc and Dalima\n  start_ms: 58190\n  end_ms: 59270\n- text: They told me I really gotta be a murderer killer machine\n  start_ms: 59270\n  end_ms: 61280\n- text: I didn't care about nothin' but rappin' my way to the top\n  start_ms: 61280\n  end_ms: 63280\n- text: Fuckin' with my nigga Tech, he told me I'm hot\n  start_ms: 63280\n  end_ms: 65300\n- text: Anybody got a problem with any one of my niggaz\n  start_ms: 65300\n  end_ms: 66230\n- text: I'll pulled out the 9 mill up and to a pop\n  start_ms: 66230\n  end_ms: 68380\n- text: Bring the heat, bring the noise, bring the flames\n  start_ms: 68380\n  end_ms: 70370\n- text: Anything that you bring, I'ma tame\n  start_ms: 70370\n  end_ms: 71460\n- text: Puttin' 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give me the instrumental, I finish 'em, diminish 'em\n  start_ms: 126300\n  end_ms: 128410\n- text: I guarantee the murda is a minimum\n  start_ms: 128410\n  end_ms: 129450\n- text: But lately I been givin' 'em hell\n  start_ms: 129450\n  end_ms: 131400\n- text: They don't really wanna see me, I'm so damn swell\n  start_ms: 131400\n  end_ms: 132540\n- text: Call me a monster, verse designer, first to bomb ya\n  start_ms: 132540\n  end_ms: 134620\n- text: Leathaface pullin' up in that hearse beside ya\n  start_ms: 134620\n  end_ms: 136570\n- text: Murda, mo murda, mo murda, mo murdered 'em all\n  start_ms: 136570\n  end_ms: 138620\n- text: Kill 'em all, Krayzie kill 'em all, they fall\n  start_ms: 138620\n  end_ms: 140640\n- text: It's a lyrical execution\n  start_ms: 140640\n  end_ms: 143720\n- text: We snap faster, we the rap masters\n  start_ms: 143720\n  end_ms: 145730\n- text: Squeeze the gat, blast it, if that's how it gots to be\n  start_ms: 145730\n  end_ms: 147620\n- text: So 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Better not let me up on the premises\n  start_ms: 235460\n  end_ms: 236480\n- text: '''Cause I''m a doctor that''s out for the shotaz when I brought ya'\n  start_ms: 236480\n  end_ms: 238460\n- text: Be cautious never talk of this nemesis\n  start_ms: 238460\n  end_ms: 240550\n- text: We on top of the hill when it come to the skill\n  start_ms: 240550\n  end_ms: 241530\n- text: Other rappers are damn jokers\n  start_ms: 241530\n  end_ms: 243640\n- text: They be givin' the people comedy\n  start_ms: 243640\n  end_ms: 244700\n- text: But the Techa N9na misery shit is Bram Stoker\n  start_ms: 244700\n  end_ms: 246880\n- text: I be on the West Coast, I be on the East Coast\n  start_ms: 246880\n  end_ms: 249840\n- text: I be north, south but I reside on my side, Midwest Chopper\n  start_ms: 249840\n  end_ms: 253890\n- text: Even though I'm all up in the Northwest\n  start_ms: 253890\n  end_ms: 256930\n- text: All across the U.S, overseas, Midwest Choppers\n  start_ms: 256930\n  end_ms: 261080\n- text: Ay, oh, ay, oh, ay, oh, ay, oh\n  start_ms: 261080\n  end_ms: 263020\n- text: (You can't touch us)\n  start_ms: 263020\n  end_ms: 264160\n- text: Ay, oh, ay, oh, ay, oh, ay, oh\n  start_ms: 264160\n  end_ms: 266250\n- text: (Yeah, Midwest Choppers)\n  start_ms: 266250\n  end_ms: 268360\n- text: Ay, oh, ay, oh, ay, oh, ay, oh\n  start_ms: 268360\n  end_ms: 269330\n- text: (You can't touch us)\n  start_ms: 269330\n  end_ms: 271450\n- text: Ay, oh, ay, oh, ay, oh, ay, oh\n  start_ms: 271450\n  end_ms: 272430\n- text: (Nigga, Midwest)\n  start_ms: 272430\n  end_ms: 274320\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 274320\nplain: |-\n  We scoured the globe on a quest\n  To find the most elite, most intricate tongues of all time\n  California, New York, Denmark, Australia\n\n  Then a cold wind from the Midwest\n  Brought the hardest, fastest, most accurate tongues\n  Ever heard in our lifetime\n  These are the Midwest Choppers\n\n  I got a message for any one of you muthafuckin' niggaz\n  That 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K Dean\n\n  When I was comin' up in the game, everybody was tellin' me\n  I really be killin' a lot of you niggaz, I'm mean\n  Fuckin' with my niggaz D Loc and Dalima\n  They told me I really gotta be a murderer killer machine\n\n  I didn't care about nothin' but rappin' my way to the top\n  Fuckin' with my nigga Tech, he told me I'm hot\n  Anybody got a problem with any one of my niggaz\n  I'll pulled out the 9 mill up and to a pop\n\n  Bring the heat, bring the noise, bring the flames\n  Anything that you bring, I'ma tame\n  Puttin' dirt on the top of my name\n  Pull back and I click, click, bang\n\n  Ask Tech, he'll tell you I'm strange\n  If you ever wanna talk about me\n  I'ma run up, gun up and leave you with no brain\n  Then you'll know my flow is insane\n\n  I be on the West Coast, I be on the East Coast\n  I be north, south but I reside on my side, Midwest Chopper\n  Even though I'm all up in the Northwest\n  All across the U.S, overseas, Midwest Choppers\n\n  Ay, oh, ay, oh, ay, oh, ay, oh\n  (You can't touch us)\n  Ay, oh, ay, oh, ay, oh, ay, oh\n  (Yeah, Midwest Choppers)\n\n  Ay, oh, ay, oh, ay, oh, ay, oh\n  (You can't touch us)\n  Ay, oh, ay, oh, ay, oh, ay, oh\n  (Nigga, Midwest Choppers)\n\n  Come, come get some of this Midwest murda music\n  Murda music, murda music\n  Come, come get some of this Midwest murda music\n  Murda music, murda music\n\n  Let me hit 'em, when I get 'em, I'ma split 'em, I'ma kill 'em\n  I'm the nigga with the lyrical venom, they get a venom\n  When they give me the instrumental, I finish 'em, diminish 'em\n  I guarantee the murda is a minimum\n\n  But lately I been givin' 'em hell\n  They don't really wanna see me, I'm so damn swell\n  Call me a monster, verse designer, first to bomb ya\n  Leathaface pullin' up in that hearse beside ya\n\n  Murda, mo murda, mo murda, mo murdered 'em all\n  Kill 'em all, Krayzie kill 'em all, they fall\n  It's a lyrical execution\n\n  We snap faster, we the rap masters\n  Squeeze the gat, blast it, if that's how it gots to be\n  So they better get it ready 'cause I'm heated like an AK 47\n  Spittin' bullet fuckin' lyrics out of me\n\n  Well, that's somethin', that's Crazy Jackson\n  His amazin' action, stayin' in action\n  Rap singin' at ya, I'm blazin' at ya\n  I'm kinda like an automatic aimin' at ya\n\n  And I don't want a little bit of flame to ashes\n  You know you really truly insane to madness\n  You're never gonna find other niggaz more scandalous\n  Than this Midwest blastin' family\n\n  I be on the West Coast, I be on the East Coast\n  I be north, south but I reside on my side, Midwest Chopper\n  Even though I'm all up in the Northwest\n  All across the U.S, overseas, Midwest Choppers\n\n  Ay, oh, ay, oh, ay, oh, ay, oh\n  (You can't touch us)\n  Ay, oh, ay, oh, ay, oh, ay, oh\n  (Yeah, Midwest Choppers)\n\n  Ay, oh, ay, oh, ay, oh, ay, oh\n  (You can't touch us)\n  Ay, oh, ay, oh, ay, oh, ay, oh\n  (Nigga, Midwest Choppers)\n\n  I am the definition of murda\n  The N9ne is now coming to serve ya\n  You're runnin' but you can't go no furtha\n  'Cause I'm runnin' through you with no sign of inertia\n\n  Gimme the mic and I bet that you duck\n  It's what you betta do when I'm bussin'\n  I be flippin', I'm incredible\n  Never get on my level I'm a killa with the pedal to the medal\n  You're edible and ya death is so inevitable\n\n  I can take it to ya momma, ya daddy, the back of a Caddy\n  You cut up in the sack with a baggy and I wanna\n  Take it out and make it patty, you gotta be patty\n  'Cause that'll be bad if you decide to mad, is you gonna?\n\n  You can listen to me and see I'm the nigga with the ammunition\n  I'm givin' the livin' a vision of death, makin' 'em sick and depressed\n  'Cause I be givin' everythin'\n  I'm a rebel and I'm still with the quick and the best\n\n  Makin' 'em walk in the business\n  I get up in it to rip and diminish ya, trip and I finish ya\n  Dig it, you really get me livid, I'm 'bout give it a pivot\n  I'ma stick it so we can differ to sinister\n\n  I be the chopper that got ya little boppers goin' off us\n  Better not let me up on the premises\n  'Cause I'm a doctor that's out for the shotaz when I brought ya\n  Be cautious never talk of this nemesis\n\n  We on top of the hill when it come to the skill\n  Other rappers are damn jokers\n  They be givin' the people comedy\n  But the Techa N9na misery shit is Bram Stoker\n\n  I be on the West Coast, I be on the East Coast\n  I be north, south but I reside on my side, Midwest Chopper\n  Even though I'm all up in the Northwest\n  All across the U.S, overseas, Midwest Choppers\n\n  Ay, oh, ay, oh, ay, oh, ay, oh\n  (You can't touch us)\n  Ay, oh, ay, oh, ay, oh, ay, oh\n  (Yeah, Midwest Choppers)\n\n  Ay, oh, ay, oh, ay, oh, ay, oh\n  (You can't touch us)\n  Ay, oh, ay, oh, ay, oh, ay, oh\n  (Nigga, Midwest)\n"},{"id":20358378,"name":"Midwest Choppers 2 (feat. 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Who that? That's me\nWho that? Who that? K. Dean\n\nWhen I was coming up in the game\nEverybody was telling me I'm 'bout to\nBe killing all of you niggas, I mean\nFucking with my niggas D-Loc and the Limit\nThey taught me everything, gotta be a murderer, killing machine\nI didn't care for nothing, working my way to the top\nFucking with my nigga Tech, he told me I'm hot\n\nAnybody got a problem with any one of my niggas\nI pull out a nine mil', I bet you I pop\nBring the heat, bring the noise, bring the flame\nAnything that you bring, I'ma tame\nPutting dirt on the top of my name\nPull back then I click-click-bang\n\nAsk Tech, he'll tell you I'm strange\n\nIf you ever wanna talk about me\nI'ma run up, gun up and leave you with no brain\n\nNow you know my flow is insane\n\nI be on the West Coast, I be on the East Coast\nI be North, South, but I reside on my side\nMidwest Chopper\n\nEven though I'm all up in the Northwest\nAll across the U.S., overseas\nMidwest Choppers\n\nWell, well, well, well, well\nYou can't touch us\nWell, 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inertia\n\nGive me the mic and I'll bury you duckers\nWhat you 'bout to do when I'm busting, I be flipping, I'm incredible\nNever get on my level, I'm a killer with the pedal to the metal\nYou're edible and you're deadless so inevitable, yeah\n\nI could take it to your mama, your daddy\nGet a rack of Bacardi, you caught up in\n\nA sack in the back of your whip, yeah\nTake it out and make it prouder, you gotta be prouder\n'Cause that'll be 'bout to be the seller, get madder, nigga, don't ya?\nYou can listen to me and see I'm a nigga with the ammunition\nI'm giving the living a vision of death, making 'em sick and depressed\n'Cause I be giving everything, I'm a rebel\nAnd I'm skilled with the quick and the best\nMaking a mark in the business, I get\nUp in this and rip and diminish ya\nTripping, I finish ya\n\nNigga, you really get me livid, I'm 'bout to give it a pivot\nI'm a stick it so wicked, different, it's sinister\nI be the chopper that gotcha, little boppers\nGun hoppers better 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Who that? That's me\n[00:53.40] Who that? Who that? K. Dean\n[00:55.12] When I was coming up in the game\n[00:56.02] Everybody was telling me I'm 'bout to\n[00:57.25] Be killing all of you niggas, I mean\n[00:58.62] Fucking with my niggas D-Loc and the Limit\n[00:59.86] They taught me everything, gotta be a murderer, killing machine\n[01:02.00] I didn't care for nothing, working my way to the top\n[01:03.79] Fucking with my nigga Tech, he told me I'm hot\n[01:05.45] Anybody got a problem with any one of my niggas\n[01:07.18] I pull out a nine mil', I bet you I pop\n[01:08.99] Bring the heat, bring the noise, bring the flame\n[01:10.65] Anything that you bring, I'ma tame\n[01:12.35] Putting dirt on the top of my name\n[01:14.04] Pull back then I click-click-bang\n[01:15.74] Ask Tech, he'll tell you I'm strange\n[01:17.44] If you ever wanna talk about me\n[01:18.79] I'ma run up, gun up and leave you with no brain\n[01:20.84] Now you know my flow is insane\n[01:22.41] I be on the West Coast, I be on the East Coast\n[01:25.97] I be North, South, but I reside on my side\n[01:28.72] Midwest Chopper\n[01:30.32] Even though I'm all up in the Northwest\n[01:32.64] All across the U.S., overseas\n[01:35.56] Midwest Choppers\n[01:37.37] Well, well, well, well, well\n[01:38.99] You can't touch us\n[01:40.38] Well, well, well, well, well\n[01:41.72] Yeah, Midwest Choppers\n[01:43.72] Well, well, well, well, well\n[01:45.18] You can't touch us\n[01:47.28] Well, well, well, well, well\n[01:48.40] Yeah, Midwest Choppers\n[01:50.00] Come, come get some of this Midwest murder music\n[01:53.36] Murder music, murder music\n[01:56.93] Come, come get some of this Midwest murder music\n[02:00.16] Murder music, murder music\n[02:03.32] Let me hit 'em when I get 'em, I'ma get 'em, I'ma kill 'em\n[02:05.05] I'm the nigga with the lyrical venom to get a venom\n[02:06.75] When they give me the instrumental\n[02:08.18] I finish 'em, diminish 'em, I guarantee the murderous momentum\n[02:10.18] I'm believing I be giving 'em hell\n[02:11.46] They don't really wanna see me, I'm serving 'em swell\n[02:13.47] Call me the monster verse designer, first to bomb ya\n[02:15.36] Leather face pulling up in that hearse massager\n[02:17.22] Murder 'em, I murder 'em, I murder 'em, I'm murdering 'em all\n[02:19.31] Kill 'em all, Crazy Jack kill 'em all\n[02:21.05] They fall, it's a lyrical execution\n[02:24.14] We step faster, we the rap masters\n[02:25.68] Squeeze the gat, blast it, that's the way it's gots to be\n[02:27.75] So they better get it ready 'cause I'm hitting like an AK-47\n[02:29.89] Spitting really fucking lyrics out of me\n[02:31.12] Better tell 'em that's Crazy Jackson, he amazing actually\n[02:33.49] Staying in action, rap sang it at ya\n[02:35.13] I brains it at ya, I'm kinda like an automatic aiming at ya\n[02:37.88] I don't wanna leave 'em with a frame to ashes\n[02:39.45] This nigga really truly insane to madness\n[02:41.14] You never really found no other niggas more scandalous\n[02:43.07] Than this Midwest bastard family\n[02:44.77] I be on the West Coast, I be on the East Coast\n[02:48.25] I be North, South, but I reside on my side\n[02:51.06] Midwest Chopper\n[02:52.66] Even though I'm all up in the Northwest\n[02:55.05] All across the U.S., overseas\n[02:57.86] Midwest Choppers\n[02:59.62] Well, well, well, well, well\n[03:01.29] You can't touch us\n[03:02.63] Well, well, well, well, well\n[03:04.65] Yeah, Midwest Choppers\n[03:06.04] Well, well, well, well, well\n[03:07.98] You can't touch us\n[03:09.53] Well, well, well, well, well\n[03:10.72] Yeah, Midwest Choppers\n[03:12.94] I am the definition of murder\n[03:16.20] The Niner's now coming to serve ya\n[03:19.78] You're running but you can't go no further\n[03:22.37] 'Cause I'm running through you with no sign of inertia\n[03:26.02] Give me the mic and I'll bury you duckers\n[03:27.23] What you 'bout to do when I'm busting, I be flipping, I'm incredible\n[03:29.12] Never get on my level, I'm a killer with the pedal to the metal\n[03:31.11] You're edible and you're deadless so inevitable, yeah\n[03:32.99] I could take it to your mama, your daddy\n[03:34.01] Get a rack of Bacardi, you caught up in\n[03:35.13] A sack in the back of your whip, yeah\n[03:36.27] Take it out and make it prouder, you gotta be prouder\n[03:37.75] 'Cause that'll be 'bout to be the seller, get madder, nigga, don't ya?\n[03:39.72] You can listen to me and see I'm a nigga with the ammunition\n[03:41.72] I'm giving the living a vision of death, making 'em sick and depressed\n[03:44.08] 'Cause I be giving everything, I'm a rebel\n[03:45.39] And I'm skilled with the quick and the best\n[03:46.60] Making a mark in the business, I get\n[03:47.73] Up in this and rip and diminish ya\n[03:48.96] Tripping, I finish ya\n[03:49.86] Nigga, you really get me livid, I'm 'bout to give it a pivot\n[03:51.69] I'm a stick it so wicked, different, it's sinister\n[03:53.42] I be the chopper that gotcha, little boppers\n[03:54.88] Gun hoppers better not let me up on the premises\n[03:56.88] 'Cause I'm a doctor that's off with the shotters\n[03:58.26] With a broad shot, be cautious, never fuck with this nemesis\n[04:00.23] We on top of the hill when it comes to this killing\n[04:02.13] The rap is a damn joker\n[04:03.74] They be giving the people comedy but the tech and E\n[04:05.37] The misery shit is Bram Stoker\n[04:07.05] I be on the West Coast, I be on the East Coast\n[04:10.49] I be North, South, but I reside on my side\n[04:13.28] Midwest Chopper\n[04:14.93] Even though I'm all up in the Northwest\n[04:17.36] All across the U.S., overseas\n[04:20.10] Midwest Choppers\n[04:21.57] Well, well, well, well, well\n[04:23.58] You can't touch us\n[04:24.91] Well, well, well, well, well\n[04:26.97] Yeah, Midwest Choppers\n[04:28.30] Well, well, well, well, well\n[04:30.35] You can't touch us\n[04:31.84] Well, well, well, well, well\n[04:33.15] Yeah, Midwest Choppers\n[04:34.27] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Midwest 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the globe\n  On a quest to find the most elite\n  Most intricate tongues of all time\n  California, New York, Denmark, Australia\n  Then a cold wind from the Midwest brought the hardest\n  Fastest, most accurate tongues ever heard in our lifetime\n  These are the Midwest Choppers\n\n  I got a message for any one of you motherfucking niggas\n  That wanna talk about the mid-Midwest\n\n  We dangerous, aim to bust\n  Any little nigga with a big bitch ass\n  Anybody that wanna be coming thinking they hotter\n  I'm a tougher nigga than the reaper, kill you for thoughts\n  Fuck anybody that want a piece of a killer\n  For pulling me and my niggas under, you floating in the river\n  So fuck all you haters, you hear what I said?\n  My flow a little bit over your head\n\n  Act like a pill so I fill you with lead\n  If you afraid, then tell me you're scared\n  'Cause I'm a little bit out of my motherfucking mind\n  The hardest rapper to take a nigga fucking fine\n  Who that? Who that? That's me\n  Who that? Who that? K. Dean\n\n  When I was coming up in the game\n  Everybody was telling me I'm 'bout to\n  Be killing all of you niggas, I mean\n  Fucking with my niggas D-Loc and the Limit\n  They taught me everything, gotta be a murderer, killing machine\n  I didn't care for nothing, working my way to the top\n  Fucking with my nigga Tech, he told me I'm hot\n\n  Anybody got a problem with any one of my niggas\n  I pull out a nine mil', I bet you I pop\n  Bring the heat, bring the noise, bring the flame\n  Anything that you bring, I'ma tame\n  Putting dirt on the top of my name\n  Pull back then I click-click-bang\n\n  Ask Tech, he'll tell you I'm strange\n\n  If you ever wanna talk about me\n  I'ma run up, gun up and leave you with no brain\n\n  Now you know my flow is insane\n\n  I be on the West Coast, I be on the East Coast\n  I be North, South, but I reside on my side\n  Midwest Chopper\n\n  Even though I'm all up in the Northwest\n  All across the U.S., overseas\n  Midwest Choppers\n\n  Well, well, well, well, well\n  You can't touch us\n  Well, well, well, well, well\n  Yeah, Midwest Choppers\n  Well, well, well, well, well\n  You can't touch us\n\n  Well, well, well, well, well\n  Yeah, Midwest Choppers\n\n  Come, come get some of this Midwest murder music\n  Murder music, murder music\n  Come, come get some of this Midwest murder music\n  Murder music, murder music\n  Let me hit 'em when I get 'em, I'ma get 'em, I'ma kill 'em\n  I'm the nigga with the lyrical venom to get a venom\n  When they give me the instrumental\n\n  I finish 'em, diminish 'em, I guarantee the murderous momentum\n  I'm believing I be giving 'em hell\n  They don't really wanna see me, I'm serving 'em swell\n  Call me the monster verse designer, first to bomb ya\n  Leather face pulling up in that hearse massager\n  Murder 'em, I murder 'em, I murder 'em, I'm murdering 'em all\n  Kill 'em all, Crazy Jack kill 'em all\n\n  They fall, it's a lyrical execution\n  We step faster, we the rap masters\n  Squeeze the gat, blast it, that's the way it's gots to be\n  So they better get it ready 'cause I'm hitting like an AK-47\n\n  Spitting really fucking lyrics out of me\n  Better tell 'em that's Crazy Jackson, he amazing actually\n  Staying in action, rap sang it at ya\n  I brains it at ya, I'm kinda like an automatic aiming at ya\n\n  I don't wanna leave 'em with a frame to ashes\n\n  This nigga really truly insane to madness\n  You never really found no other niggas more scandalous\n  Than this Midwest bastard family\n\n  I be on the West Coast, I be on the East Coast\n  I be North, South, but I reside on my side\n  Midwest Chopper\n\n  Even though I'm all up in the Northwest\n  All across the U.S., overseas\n  Midwest Choppers\n\n  Well, well, well, well, well\n  You can't touch us\n  Well, well, well, well, well\n  Yeah, Midwest Choppers\n  Well, well, well, well, well\n  You can't touch us\n\n  Well, well, well, well, well\n  Yeah, Midwest Choppers\n\n  I am the definition of murder\n\n  The Niner's now coming to serve ya\n\n  You're running but you can't go no further\n  'Cause I'm running through you with no sign of inertia\n\n  Give me the mic and I'll bury you duckers\n  What you 'bout to do when I'm busting, I be flipping, I'm incredible\n  Never get on my level, I'm a killer with the pedal to the metal\n  You're edible and you're deadless so inevitable, yeah\n\n  I could take it to your mama, your daddy\n  Get a rack of Bacardi, you caught up in\n\n  A sack in the back of your whip, yeah\n  Take it out and make it prouder, you gotta be prouder\n  'Cause that'll be 'bout to be the seller, get madder, nigga, don't ya?\n  You can listen to me and see I'm a nigga with the ammunition\n  I'm giving the living a vision of death, making 'em sick and depressed\n  'Cause I be giving everything, I'm a rebel\n  And I'm skilled with the quick and the best\n  Making a mark in the business, I get\n  Up in this and rip and diminish ya\n  Tripping, I finish ya\n\n  Nigga, you really get me livid, I'm 'bout to give it a pivot\n  I'm a stick it so wicked, different, it's sinister\n  I be the chopper that gotcha, little boppers\n  Gun hoppers better not let me up on the premises\n\n  'Cause I'm a doctor that's off with the shotters\n  With a broad shot, be cautious, never fuck with this nemesis\n  We on top of the hill when it comes to this killing\n  The rap is a damn joker\n\n  They be giving the people comedy but the tech and E\n  The misery shit is Bram Stoker\n\n  I be on the West Coast, I be on the East Coast\n  I be North, South, but I reside on my side\n  Midwest Chopper\n\n  Even though I'm all up in the Northwest\n  All across the U.S., overseas\n  Midwest Choppers\n\n  Well, well, well, well, well\n  You can't touch us\n  Well, well, well, well, well\n  Yeah, Midwest Choppers\n  Well, well, well, well, well\n  You can't touch us\n\n  Well, well, well, well, well\n  Yeah, Midwest Choppers\n"}]