Seven - Go Motorcycle Go lyrics

[Mac Lethal talking]: No officer. Everything is fine. I'm just going to beat your wife dead. Beat your wife dead [Verse One] [Mac Lethal]: Angel, Angel of Hell, Satan as well it's like You can see the smoke screen beaming through the metal pipes Spiked jacket better hide your wife and kids Cause if I find 'em you're gonna have to hide your wife and kids, get away now Gotta get that engine revving, cops are coming cause they see the patches on my jacket Pull the rachets on them...f*ggots I take 'em all apart and blow 'em like Mazucker This is it, in the art of f**ing motorcycle (madness) Murder sail through the sky On a chopper with the blood shot eyes I'm immortal, no I must not, DIE DIE DIE DIE! k** a hooker, smoke a little crank into my lung Got a chopper, got some sh** to rob a bank inside my gun Inside my chopper, my daddy never told my sister, "Smile Chelsey." But I'mma give her Chelsey smile till your life is healthy Roadside demon, Highway heathen k** a meth addict trucker every weekend BAM! [Hook] [Mac Lethal]: So here, here we go, f** it here we go like Go motorcycle go, go motorcycle go So here, here we go, f** it here we go like Go motorcycle go, go motorcycle go (what we got Mac?) I got the psycho/cycle flow Got the, got the psycho/cycle flow I got the psycho/cycle flow Got the, got the psycho/cycle flow I got the psycho/cycle flow Got the, got the psycho/cycle flow I got the psycho/cycle flow Got the, got the psycho/cycle flow [Verse Two] [XV]: In the midst of rappers wearing gymnast's jeans I took a turn for the worst put a patch upon my sleeve Throw a jacket on my b**h, and I'm back onto the scene Like you tell, like a rabbits a** on my batch of keys He's Rhyming while he's defying lions, lambs, and rap gods Rapping over A Milli, doing wheelies on back bars Hello, my motos blowing smoke into the sky No roof, so I can shoot up in the air and fly I shed light on the hood like helicopters Change the type on everything you type on the teleprompter I'm the dude that they threw into Middle school lockers Came back riding through the halls on a metal chopper Johnny Blaze, fire coming from my wheels Come into the darkness, eat 'em up like Kryll Lady in a red dress, Devil's on my heels Ghost rider, rhymer find out I can not be k**ed [Hook] [XV]: So here here we go, f** it here we go like Go motorcycle go, go motorcycle go So here here we go, f** it here we go like Go motorcycle go, go motorcycle go (what we got Mac?) I got the psycho/cycle flow Got the, got the psycho/cycle flow I got the psycho/cycle flow Got the, got the psycho/cycle flow I got the psycho/cycle flow Got the, got the psycho/cycle flow I got the psycho/cycle flow Got the, got the psycho/cycle flow