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