Don Juan - Mizzizy Gets Bizzy lyrics

[Intro: Don Juan] It's a lot of Mitch Bades out there that don't understand how Tech N9ne and Don Juan puts it down and make hits 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 [Hook - Tech N9ne] We Mizzizy living eye for eye Dem who diss me click's supposed to fry Anybody kcuf cause ? die Bonzai, n***a 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 [Verse 1 - Don Juan] 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 k**ers bodies be coming up missing Sweet relish, made from the d** Goodfellas, gangstas and thugs I show no love like Ike, you ain't seen a n***a become hype you play the role like Tina Nothing but a** beatings your in pain Damaging to the brain, you became insane because the sh** 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, f** 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 n***as 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 b**hes 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, n***as don't give a f** cause uh [Hook - Tech N9ne] We Mizzizy believe in eye for eye Dem who diss me click's supposed to fry Anybody kcuf cause ? die Bonzai, n***a 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 [Verse 2: Tech N9ne] I, the angel of rap, say pack yo sh** 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 "wa**up?!" The Midwest staired back and plus Now that b**hs 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 k** The bigga the Fo' Fo' The bigga the pack'a n***as runnin down the hill Rogue Doggs rule We told y'all foo's Now its time to k** 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! [Outro] Yeah, don't stop, don't quit Kicking that sh**