XV, Mac Lethal - Go Motorcycle Go lyrics

No officer everything is fine
I'm just going to
Beat your wife dead beat your wife dead

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 themfaggots
I take 'em all apart and
Blow 'em like Mazucker
This is it, in the art of fucking 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! Kill a hooker
Smoke a little crank into my lung
Got a chopper
Got some shit 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
Kill a meth addict trucker every weekend
BAM!

So here, here we go, fuck it here we go like
Go motorcycle go, go motorcycle go
So here, here we go, fuck 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

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 bitch
And I'm back onto the scene like you tell
Like a rabbit's ass 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 killed

So here here we go, fuck it here we go like
Go motorcycle go, go motorcycle go
So here here we go, fuck 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