Suppose I chose to live in woes
From the cold that breaks my bones
The blizzard wizard from the Midwest
My throat is frozen, take a deep breath
Pure Michigan is what I represent
I got to hijack the track to just stay relevant
But I got something to keep your mind at ease
You're watching every little fibre of me freeze
'Cause the air's so pure, but you can't drink the water
A walking contradiction for our sons and our daughters
We don't want out, we don't want out
Can you hear us now?
Storms and ice turn the northern light
Everything around that makes up death and misery
Storms and ice got me like a knife
A culling, bloodletting with no end in sight
Sink your teeth into the veins of America
Cut the blood with the oil, make a murderer
From the hand that feeds
For the land that bleeds
In sub-zero cold, spit blood ice and snow
You got to kill to survive the night or you'll die, motherfucker, die
I hope you motherfuckers know where your heart is
I put my city on the map before the water did
Got a rifle magazine and this bitch pregnant
Puke on all you motherfuckers if I let it
EOTECH EX is my crystal ball
I see death for all of y'all
I am the raised left hand of the country
This is going to get bloody
From Byron Bay to Bay City
It all comes back to me, The Beet Factory
Madonna and Don are gonna rock on, with Fonz and Ruhlig and the Gunn
Will make you want to Michigama
Sink your teeth into the veins of America
Cut the blood with the oil, make a murderer
From the hand that feeds
For the land that bleeds
In sub-zero cold, spit blood ice and snow
You got to kill to survive the night or you'll die
Motherfucker, die, motherfucker, die
Oh, yeah, what a banger
