Lyrics of Mizzizy gets bizzy

(tech n9ne)
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 nine millimete gun bust/
I'mma get em with a flow, just a little bitta mo/
I'm like micheal, a psycho approach/
I rage most, rollin like the sage coach, givin the ko/
Swollen pockets, but robbin on roe dayo/
I'm very krooga, if you hurt my love i'm breakin out the scary rooga/
When i get ta bus'in 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 heethan/
Thinkin'a gettin richer, receivin taco neck/
The bigga the flow-a the bigger the kill/
The bigga the foe foe, the bigga the pack'a niggas runnin down the hill/
Rogue doggs rule, we told yall foo's/
Now its time to kill, haters just chill, n peel the lyrical denadryl/
I can not, and shall not, and will not fall!/
The opposite of rue paul/
The rogue dogg bus'in all'a yall!/