[Chorus: Tech N9ne]
Have you ever met a nigga who was pie sprung?
There's a lot of slinky niggas where I come from
There's another missile catcher just like him
His name is Mitchell Bade, Mitchell Bade
[Verse 1: Tech N9ne, Bakarii & Both]
What up, Mitch? Is it an everyday thang for you to act just like a bitch?
How does it feel to have a nigga that will kill you for the foul shit you bitch?
Number one snitch, a bitch with a dick, I found the remedy for the enemy
(What?) Bust at the nigga like shootin' at the Kennedys
'Cause Mitch Bade ain't really no friend of me!
To be exact, he's that nigga that talk, but he really can't back
That shit that he talk so he gotta walk around with a gat
But a nigga like me
I'll knock him out with the force of a hurricane
The penalty for the path if you disrespect the game
Now what goes on inside the mind of a nigga like this?
The nigga pissed, as I pumped off four rounds up in the trick he was with
But it ain't my fault you a little ole' bitch
Without yo' clique
Nigga, run with a quickness
Get away quick, but you bet not slip
Better off with a Bianca then be stuck
With an AK-47 on your lip (Right)
Even if I'm lifted I can scope 'em from a mile away
Niggas fakin' like anticipating they doomsday
Camouflagin' but I can see you actin' like a bitch
Which are the symptoms of a nigga named Mitch!
Have you ever met a nigga who was pie sprung?
There's a lot of slinky niggas where I come from
There's another missile catcher just like him
His name is Mitchell Bade, Mitchell Bade
[Verse 1: Tech N9ne, Bakarii & Both]
What up, Mitch? Is it an everyday thang for you to act just like a bitch?
How does it feel to have a nigga that will kill you for the foul shit you bitch?
Number one snitch, a bitch with a dick, I found the remedy for the enemy
(What?) Bust at the nigga like shootin' at the Kennedys
'Cause Mitch Bade ain't really no friend of me!
To be exact, he's that nigga that talk, but he really can't back
That shit that he talk so he gotta walk around with a gat
But a nigga like me
I'll knock him out with the force of a hurricane
The penalty for the path if you disrespect the game
Now what goes on inside the mind of a nigga like this?
The nigga pissed, as I pumped off four rounds up in the trick he was with
But it ain't my fault you a little ole' bitch
Without yo' clique
Nigga, run with a quickness
Get away quick, but you bet not slip
Better off with a Bianca then be stuck
With an AK-47 on your lip (Right)
Even if I'm lifted I can scope 'em from a mile away
Niggas fakin' like anticipating they doomsday
Camouflagin' but I can see you actin' like a bitch
Which are the symptoms of a nigga named Mitch!
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