Mizzizy Gets Bizzy - Tech N9ne

Told y’all Midwestside never quits

So now I want you to bounce

And realize that we’re Rogue Dogs, true for life

And when we ride we bounce

And let the whole world know that, uh

Mizzizy gets bizzy, so check it

We Mizzizy living eye for eye

Dem who diss me click’s supposed to fry

Anybody kcuf cause?

die

Bonzai, nigga everyone’s high

(Bounce) Mizzizy, get bizzy, get bizzy, mizzizy

(Bounce) Mizzizy, get bizzy, get bizzy, mizzizy

(Bounce) Mizzizy, get bizzy, get bizzy, mizzizy

(Bounce) Mizzizy, get bizzy, get bizzy mizzizy

A chin check, results of a slick neck

A representer of the midwest get wrecked

Like collisions, my provisions

Sharp enough to make incisions

Making killers bodies be coming up missing

Sweet relish, made from the drugs

Goodfellas, gangstas and thugs

I show no love like Ike, you ain’t seen a

Nigga become hype you play the role like Tina

Nothing but ass beatings your in pain

Damaging to the brain, you became insane because the shit was trauma

We bring drama

Murder like Jeffrey Dahmer

Psychotic, hypnotic, can’t stop

But my style a brain bomber

So I’mma release

My anger, fuck peace

Bring the danger, the Hitler of rap

Enemies in my gas chamber

Bust like?

two Glocks on my hips

Fire shots just in case these niggas wanna trip

Five Six, my mix Don Juan brings the fury

Makin dash To L.A., from Cali to Missouri

Mizzizy get’s Bizzy

But hickeys on my dickies they

Quickes bitches dizzy

The Don Brasco

I be the man because I’m macho

Enough to make the whole crowd duck

Let the gauge buck, shots rang out

Your brains hang out, niggas don’t give a fuck cause uh

We Mizzizy believe in eye for eye

Dem who diss me click’s supposed to fry

Anybody kcuf cause?

die

Bonzai, nigga everyone’s high

(Bounce) Mizzizy, get bizzy, get bizzy, mizzizy

(Bounce) Mizzizy, get bizzy, get bizzy, mizzizy

(Bounce) Mizzizy, get bizzy, get bizzy, mizzizy

(Bounce) Mizzizy, get bizzy, get bizzy mizzizy

I, the angel of rap, say pack yo shit

Look back at the mic, n turn brick bloods n' crips to clips

The city is cool, we bout to make the plates shift

When floatin ya open, n Mizzery is on Tech, I Pac a flips

You ready for demons creepin through your homes

Is you got the stomach for blown domes?

Turn me on, I’m in’a zone

Medusa looked at us n said «wassup?!»

The Midwest staired back and plus

Now that bitchs stick as kcuf

Gimmie that foe foe

Gimmie that 9 millimeter gun bust

I’mma get em with a flow

Just a little bitta Mo'

I’m like Michael, a psycho approach

I rage most

Rollin like the sage coach

Givin the K. O

Swollen pockets, but robbin on Roe Dayo

I’m very krueger

If you hurt my love I’m breakin out the scary rooga

When I get ta bustin thats my free Larry Hoova, maneuva

Whos a rappa Yakuza, whacker than any

You loose’a, rap or refuse’a, ac’a like emmy

Rock so vest, we got yo checks

Who jocks yo flexs?

You heathen Thinkin’a gettin richer

Receivin taco neck

The bigga the flow-a

The bigger the kill

The bigga the Fo' Fo'

The bigga the pack’a niggas runnin down the hill

Rogue Doggs rule

We told y’all foo’s

Now its time to kill

Haters just chill

N peel the lyrical Benadryl

I can not, and shall not, and will not fall!

The opposite of Rue Paul

The Rogue Dogg bustin all’a y’all!

Yeah, don’t stop, don’t quit

Kicking that shit