[Verse 1: Hurricane]
Never been a bitch for a motherfucker to sleep on
Any individual pull the trigger than he's gone
Im'a keep it hot in the pussy to get the heats on
Hurricane and sprite of the collaboration the beats gone
Hit them up with the shit that make a motherfucker go dumb
Putting it off [?]
I'm a real chopper underground or not
Doing international in case you niggas forgot
Kansas city niggas have motherfuckers to check you ?and i'm breakin your rectum? You'll never cross my sector
String upon together
We're strapping out with the leather
So you can never contain the person that come and bring together
IMA BEAST!!!!!!
Every time i hit them up with that flow bomb
The lyrical heat bludgeon nobody can do it better
[?]
You niggas are snowblowers
?I be cutting everybody that under my flow?
My flow is [?]
Focus in [?]
[?] Ripping up those critics
Want to talk about those lyrics?
You really want to get it?
Kansas pussy niggas you listenin?, i'm the best
?You'll sound proper when i sing up one in your chest?
The lyrical definition of putting people to rest
Hurricane is cooking you up in the kitchen ?i'm the chef?
Metaphorically i'm saying i'd urinate on your death
[Verse 2: VenomStayDrippin]
These bitches be lacking from the first ?verse?
Choppers [?] bringing the racket [?] i be choppin like i'm [?](Heyy)
When i ripping it they be trippin like damn ?how she sipping it?
I tell them cause i'm venom and hit them with that wicked shit
[Mister Hyde: Verse 3]:
"It is, what it is, know the biz, gotta get em
Gotta hit em with the fully automatic, let em have it
Bring the havoc with the motherfuckinG syllables clapping
Who wanna battle when they dumping up out the magazine rapidly
Never challenge a beast, this is lyrical assault and battery how we Smashing em on a sprite beat
Ain't nobody want it with any one of us coming with that Murderous Hercules flow we spitting for the Mic heat
(Brain), dig it how I pivot a minute I'm living critical
Ain't nothing subliminal bout the way I give the principle
Element of my spirit in physical form original
Mixing it up to give u a visual in Your living room
Bumping in the system, in the back of the whip attack with Immaculate shit, a fraction of blasphemy spit
About to bang it homicidal, tag and bag me a bitch, then back to This rapping I get a masterpiece strapped with a hit
You can see me all over the map I'm making it happen
Trapping the beat in the magic, wordplay assassin for the tactic, Picking em all apart when I'm tearing holes in the fabric
Wouldn't wanna be an enemy Mister Hyde for the hat trick
So your flow unforgiven that means u better get wit it before your flow get diminished
To put it simple I dig into it, ripping it sicko sick wit it sinister picture me up in Guinness for killing the game and everyone in it"
[ Verse 4: DSpillZ]
You done got a fucking menace on the track now
Ripping up anybody wanna get it with me back down/
Blood will paint your face and have you looking like a sad clown, sticking them pins and needles in you voodoo magic lash out/
Outta the dark abyss into the chamber through your brain soon as i spark a clip/
Heartless shit that will mark a kid and have me getting back my medicine like karma's bitch, not from a pharmacist no../
Feel the double c amendment no pretending with it this is like religion how we live it and we write our script/
To be the sickest realest spitters in the business with a pen or with a rhythm killing competition quick as death/
Body composition smelling raunchy in the kitchen from the chopping up the victims better take them to the basement/
Underneath the pavement, the underground incision for them bitches that ain't listening now they missing cause i slayed them/
Sprayed they with the fully automatic tongue twist them, when i'm banging the ammunition to this banging drum kicking/
Finna be making people pray that i ain't gonna come get them, cut them and shank them with this razor blade and shape they mug with it/
Sprite gave me the tools to lose all of my screws/
Fuck loose i'm fucking abusing the booth, no lube woof woof/
Raw dawging you pussy rappers that can't do what i do, filling up all you punk bitches with an Uzi i groove/ kaboom!
[Bloody Ruckus: Verse 5]
(Message: this verse was god hard don't yell at me)
[????????] Smoke it up[????????????? skipping alot}
Twist it up putting all the haters (???????????????)
Run up on a nigger with the semi-automatic when i pa pa pa get him down ?look at this murder? (?)
You gonna murdered with this mic now
When gonna be i'm murdering everybody
Pull out the shotty when i call Illuminati
Cause ready to kill them, fill them venom with cutting motherfuckers up then i gotta call the shotty
(oh god here we go.....)
?Coming with bars to hit you with my niggers (?)
Fill them venom Coming from hell with a chisel
Murdering these bars and you with bullets (???) you're never gonna chop me
Cause i'm murdering nazis motherfuck!
Coming to rock it and kill you don't hiss (??????????????????????????)
Cause we bringing it to the undaground choppers?
[DNA: Verse 6]
D-N-A.. I be spitting Lyricism all up in your system
Shut up and listen to the blistering nitroglycerin glistening
Sticking my fist in them getting them pissed
From the way that i'm ripping them
Sending a minimum effort then I'm gonna be draining em like a enema
I tend to corrupt you ripping your jugular sucking the blood out and fucking you up in the butt
And hushing you up I erupt for the fuck of it, no one can fuck with it tell em to suck a dick
"tath no etah nac uoy sdrawkcab par a yas I cainam a mi", "i'm a maniac I say a rap backwards you can hate on that"
And nobody bringing it better then DNA when he is running and slaying cats, and leaving they taking a nap at the bottom of the ocean no making it back
And I'm stating the facts
People really be thinking they got what it takes to step in my face and speak it
I'm grim reaping and leaving the're semen and blood leaking all over the cement
I'm keeping it lyrical gotta be killing them somebody thinking they bringing it better then mine I'm ripping they spine like MK9 I'm the king of the hilling them
They loving the moment I come when I'm on it when DNA spitting he better then all of them
Topping the top of them, nobody topping him the way that i'm mopping em up when i'm dropping them, coughing them up when i vomit them
Dropping them off in the river, they spotted him off lake called for them
But they were just too late
The bow and arrow shot right through his face in front of all of them
This is camp crystal lake
Jason vorhess following them hollowing them out with a machete confetti flying from his teddy he said "please wait" he wasn't ready for that LIGHTSPEED CHOPPER!!!
(Verse 7: K-Fix)
Gimme the blunt, I'ma bump like it ain’t shit
Been doing' my thing since I was young and when I get in the game I promise
I'ma make them remember the K-Fix
Banging and bringing the pain and I’m finna be chopping and [?] enemies, getting it popping
And take out the garbage and when I say garbage I’m talking about these industry artists all in the way of us niggas who starving
Is about to be catastrophic when I be dropping this lyrical ammunition on the competition and leaving them straight sick
Bucking them up and it possibly ain’t no way they can stop a G
How could these niggas ever win against the devastation
Now I be killing the record and rocking beats headed straight to the top
And keeping it G while I’m bringing the heat all I need is my medication
When I be taking a hit of that broccoli
I'ma be so determined to turn up and terminate them and turn into terminator
I’m murdering and I’ll slay anybody that’s in the way of the K or the skill a nigga display with the pen and paper
No way that I’m finna lose, only thing I’m facing is victory
Been a beast on the record I recollect on the rage
I start feeling the minute I turn on the television
And witness these gimmick rappers you listen to everyday
So just give us our recognition, chopping them up and I’ll give a nigger business
I’m one of the sickest with it, hop on the K and I’m spitting the flame
And I’m representing that Memphis, our hobby is catching bodies and stealing
But still this shit is up in us, [it’ll?] never change
[Verse 8: Twisted Rob]
Out of bed I’m ready for the slaughter
Hit with chete, chop em with fetti
Deadly with the venom, veggies is what they gonna be
And I’m steady handed like I’m Freddy formulating murda motherfuckers that be gripping on their teddy
Looking for their momma cause the reaper on they ass
Coming right behind em with the motherfucking mask
Bludgeon motherfucker with a double sided axe
In the mental depending the bloody vision to the mass
Attacking, hacking and bagging em then tagging em for the crematory
Stick to what I give em dragon breath that’s burning people and the’re worried
I'ma psychopathic stabbing every melody that I put my words to
That’s a different story
Gory, syllables the razor cut the veins and got the scene around you and the wanna bes I slay them were they hiding
And there’s no ignoring
A mind like mine is mandatory
Underground choppers we’re venomous dueceing on swaggots
You acting flaccid and shit
I practice my artistry, deviate rhythm when ripping I’m pleading the fifth
Cause the faster I spit
Astronomical matter that’s balancing chemical structure
Turn that hand to a fist and k'on
They frozen, falling on they face
Rolling the bodies from a bag to a ditch
[Verse 9: Jc Blu]
They be telling me don't stop with the lyrics that I'ma deliver Because the way that i keep it simple
Taking 'em off the list hidden
Better watch it your wishing
I'm itching it for the gripping and making a way to pin it this Sinner don't give a shit never
Darkstreet records forever gonna be some winners
That betaking out pretenders pretending
If anybody wanna surrender with no injuries
Lyrically to viscous with no ending
This Mexican means alot of businesses
Attack you in a passion like i'ma Savage to much of an attict for cracking bad habits a back stabber back stabbing
Making you crash landing
Once again I be the last man standing
With the multiple talents,that I'm using to get you
Unbalanced, Take you for ransom plans to stash 'em
And get my cash up, plastic wrapping over your body
No action, close caption that's what happens to rappers
That wanna be spitting shit wackiness not lasting
Be done you fucked actors ..
When it comes to hushing
You puppies loving the blood gushing
Suffer the consequences of dealing it with the roughness
I'm tough enough to the point that a knife couldn't cut me
Blu a Lil ugly and to much for your consumption huh?
I be to much for you to crush
I'm a keep breathing sleep with them holes in your body that i'll keep leaking
361 corpus Christi Darkstreet .. I'ma certified chopper steady wrecking it to a sprite beat
(Verse 10: Jay Crazii)
Jumping on top of the beat When i hit them
Sticking them [?] When i hit them with the rhythm
You be talking about that nigga but you really never listen
About to chop a body up and leave it missing in a river
I'm a balling ass nigger
Klickin clacking a motherfucker taking his shit
(Verse 11: KD the Stranger)
(Undaground choppers) Потом демоны оккупировали помыслы
Темные ангелы были перебиты
Дабы не было намека на проблески скорости
(Die motherfucker, die motherfucker, die motherfucker)
Эти стоны, преследовали меня по пятам, а не по годам
Но поселился во мне кто-то
С тех пор понимали все, что голоса эти задавали мне тон
(I move with wicked shit) Никогда не буду тем
На кого выливали ДЕРЬ-МО
Влезть в бой далеко не было проблемой
Соперники могли пересчитать по пальцам шансы
Это KD и вас перебили
Потому да перебили и сжались ваши яйца
Зря дебилы перебегали дорогу
Потому готовы хоронить их заживо
Каждый, тот страшный тип нас, пока вы пародировали
Рисковали вы быть сожжены
Даже мы встревали в этой воде, попадали
Поломали мониторы (You ark and danger)
Коли мы путями за победой пробегали
Но вас опередил (KD the Stranger)
(Undaground choppers) Then the demons invaded thoughts
Dark Angels were killed
So there was no hint of a glimmer of speed
(Die motherfucker, die motherfucker, die motherfucker)
These moans followed me closely, but not for years
But he settled in me someone
Since then we understand all that they asked me to vote tone
(I move with wicked shit) Never will the
To whom poured sh-MO
To get into the fight was far from being a problem
Opponents can count on one hand the chances
It KD and you killed
Because yes killed and squeezed your balls
In vain morons crosses the street
Because ready to bury them alive
Every type we have the terrible until you parodied
You risked to be burned
Even we get stuck in the water fall
Broken monitors (You ark and danger)
If we ran the ways to win
But ahead of you (KD the Stranger)
[Verse 12: Systamatik]
Bringing it proper but I’m gonna drop it and chop on the beat
A behemoth a monster my tongues a cleaver that’s chopping through meat
See me don’t bother me I’m a demon you don’t wanna meet officially illogical wanting to fucking beef
Anybody that want it can be the comical relief because I got me not a problem wit me stomping out your teeth
Virtually unstoppable I’m pyrotechnological so beating me’s impossible but come and try to see
Enter in the mind of a motherfucking G
A hundred different personalities that wanna watch you bleed
All of em are wicked and they all belong to me
All of em in competition trying to supersede
When I look into the mirror it isn't me. Who could it be? Another being that is made of every single evil deed and the speed and the heat I release when I speak got me walking this earth and implanting my seed
Kick in it up here in klamath spitting the tongue of a savage flick in the tongue of dragon…. closing your casket
Going for biggest and baddest. Flow with the sickest of patterns none of you bitches gonna matter…. homie I gas it
Off of the Richter is matik offer the skitz of a frantic out of the pills in my cabinet…. cock it and blast it
Only the wicked can back it tongue of a trigger demonic bath em in acid and ask em if they can match it
[Verse 14: Cynical]
Hitting them with the fully automatic, get them chattering
No one better than Cameron, flip and then go bananas on them
And I’m a melodic animatronic cannon be popping of a awful lot when I talk
A madman, I’m a manic god damn it!
Never to be defeated by my enemies I mean it
How many people want to beat down to oblige?
Got a knife in my side and I’m getting tunnel vision
Got a chopper at my back competition not to much different from the mulch on the ground
Woah woah slow it down, nah fuck that bust back with a hundred rounds
Giving it the minimal, I rip it apart you’re pitiful
Now how many men are gonna get beheaded by my pen and pad?
I’m better than you, Ahead of the veterans dude!
Only been chopping for a hear and I shredding you fools
Gimme the bottom to pop the top and I’m ready to duel
Gimme the mic and I’m knocking down your monopoly, BOOM!
Making your homies run away, I’m gonna slay your whole crew
They gonna prey to their maker, but bitch I done told you
He can’t stop me, I’m a beast on the next level
Hell or heaven haven’t seen the likes of me ever!
Giving it all that I got
Man I’m a dog, I beat it up
There’s a lot on my mind I can’t control
They’ve damned my soul!!
(Verse 17: Splytsecond)
Allow me to hit the booth with some of the sickest in the game of people living up in the window what are we blistering the frame, and the medical patients in a hospital a little bit insane, administer hits of the dopeness and make em sniffle it in pain
Grabbing the beat and I rip it and tear it then I repair it like a mechanical parrot then i be leaving em all in infinite disdain, like a fully automatic machine gun when hit em all up with the venom and then i'ma have it dripping in his veins
The quicker the bust the bigger the rush that is what I do it for you thinking sucks I’m ripping the guts of everybody you and more, you digging the wicked precision when i split up it with a quickness making you trip in the cut deliver the smut it’s clogging up ya human pores
Coming hella outta perimeter popping annihilate carefully load it quickly unleashing energy dilated, painfully pleasant place you will probably find a sadist finally out again after all of the time that I have waited
Alarming the way that I’m bombing the commoners run up the number on the speedometer a bunch of the rappers die when I flow, as i topple the government chopping in front of it talk and i double it dropping em under it got em all watching the tongue’ll flip and i murderalize with a knife in the soul Cadavers all over the cavern are left in a pattern to give it a mind to control defining the force of the wind of the south and it’s gonna be very high when it blows, whenever the speed of the rhyming is slow I prove for the second time in a row, that splytsecond to be wrecking it with Little Sprite is a go. We bringing it to the
UNDAGROUND CHOPPERS! YAH
