Midwest Nigga

[Intro: Bizarre] Yo, Big T, Bizarre Midwest niggas, I don’t give a fuck [Verse 1: Bizarre] 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 [Verse 2: Big T] 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, [what I'll about to go?], so I ain’t liable [?] made a giant [bald?], fire hit him anyway he try to go Beatin’ me is like Big Baby gone rogue [Why won't?] 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 [Verse 3: Swifty McVay] Constantly shittin’ on niggas, and I’ma pee on hoes They know lyrically, I keep a diarrhea 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 on their next nigga's dick, and they love tastin’ it I just wanna brown-nose, the [cray?] on my outro My vehicle is laced with duct tape and a [console?] I drive around the city as crooked as [a Lanzo?] 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 [Verse 4: Kuniva] 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 anybody be lined up Push your moms off the ladder of a movin’ firetruck We the rawest, sniffin’ ‘caine, puffin’ trees And some [deodorant?] and the fedora, grippin’ the stolen Taurus 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)