Midwest Nigga - Bizarre, D12, King Gordy

Yo, Big T, Bizarre

Midwest niggas, I don’t give a fuck

George «The Animal» Steele mixed with Buffalo Bill

Nine concealed, I’m ready to die for real

Everybody, on Earth can get wet

Sixteen Vicodin, fourteen Percocet

Bad, yeah, spot it I get him

Doctors, nurses, hospitals gotta admit it

I beat a bitch down worser than Chris Brown

Move the car into Illinois, how y’all with trey pounds?

Loud sounds, AKs start to click

(Pow, pow) Somebody got they ass hit

Roll kush blunts, got me elevated

January 15th, we still celebratin'

Guns and ammo, I got a lot of toys

A fuckin' lunatic, I shoot my own boy

I pull that thang, put two in your brain

Yo Big T (Yo), my boy James remains (Biz), fuck it

I lost my mind long time ago

Not when I got shot, long time befo'

So I sleep alongside a fo'

With potato on the belt when they think Idaho

They pull my card, I’d have known

Shuffle niggas' decks, which way I’d a roll

Masked up, make a lot of soul,, so I ain’t liable

made a giant, fire hit him anyway he try to go

Beatin' me is like Big Baby gone rogue

lane try to sco'

Fuckin' slow, what else do you wanna know?

I got no love for a fuckin' hoe

Kick rocks bitch, with your new boy drop kick, baby thrown in a mosh pit

Constantly shittin' on niggas, and I’ma pee on hoes

They know lyrically, I keep a diary of flow

And I’m exposin' you hoes like a picture

You bitch niggas be usin' brass knuckles for dentures

I don’t call her, aim at their brains like a zombie

With a stainless steel and deranged army

I don’t accept sorry, your bitch be grabbin' on this dick like an Atari joystick

A pussy as wide as a garage with five SUVs in it

Niggas mistake me like mirages till the beef’s ended

They love smilin' in your face on some fake shit

All in their necks niggas dick, and they love tastin' it

I just wanna, the on my outro

My vehicle is laced with duct tape and a

I drive around the city as crooked as

Bust in yo' crib and blow your chest through the backdoor

This ain’t checkers bitch, this chess, you did not know?

I check yo' mate and slap the snot outta nostril

I’m pullin' your card hoes, motherfuck that Benedict Arnold

Niggas scared to come around and get bombed on

Remain frightened, like a popped condom inside of the vagina of a prostitute,

dyin' from the common cold

Quick to unload on niggas in an instant

That goes for anybody that’s ridin' on that bitch shit, fuck you

Much love, I give ‘em pounds and hugs

When you walk away I hit you in the back with a slug

Your main bitch is on my nuts, lookin' horny as fuck

Without wrestlin', she said she need my cobra to clutch

On the roll with the .44 I’m packin' on the bus

Baggin' up a bunch of bullets like I’m packin' for a lunch

Packin' a punch, I’m Runyon Ave bred, get your mind right

Or get it blown to the back of your head, now in hindsight

Shouldn’t have never tested him, blessed with a curse

Dressed in all black like I’m grippin' a hearse, a clever specimen

Captain of my regimen, take me to court

And we can settle out of court for nine mill is what settlement

Fuck you, the system, and anyone who be lyin' up

Push your moms off the ladder of a movin' firetruck

We the rawest, sniffin' ‘caine, puffin' trees

And some and the fedora, I’m grippin' the stolen

Blaze somethin' up, pass the Hennesey or get your mouth split

And your pops beat up out his button up

We be clubbin' like Ice Cube, and get you jumped by a bunch of white dudes,

stomped out with some spiked boots (Fuck you dude)