Undaground Choppers 8

[Verse 1: K-Fix] Better get ready for the lyrical serenade, the son of the devil made Bringing the people some of the dopest shit that was ever made Dedicated to rippin the track I do this shit everyday And it's a fact that me being whack is something they could never say I'm puffin that everglade, thugging while I'm reppin, grippin the weapon hopin to come up I'm just lookin for better days Chasin cheddar so tell em I'm goin harder than ever taking this shit to another level this chopper's about to elevate! I get the melody chop it and show the vet in me Peep the pedigree let it be known I'm an animal when I be kickin the flow I hop on the record and then imma wreck it a nigga be doing the most Better believe it I'm with it I'm finna be one of the realest who did it for sure Hop on the rhythm I'm killin em slow When I hear the beat I proceed to immediately bringin the heat Im a genius hard to see me when I'm easily a beast on the feature unique on top of the raw technique its like a secret ingredient I'm a beast finna sink my teeth in a weakling and leave em leaking I'll creep on them niggas squeezing the eagle and leave em sleeping Thugging it inhaling reefa capisce and I been a heathen complete with the millimeter compete and you'll be defeated See me I'm a demon in human form when I do perform Nothing but the best I rip out the bong feel it in my lungs Bossing up on em stacking my ones saucing Louboutins All of your songs is known to flop you like the new LeBron Straight from the slums we stacking and flipping nigga we on the grind Gold diggers give em the boner just cuz I'm bonafide Then I'll be kickin a rhyme All of my enemies hating my flow design cuz I'm bout to blow like exploding mines or a loaded nine Bringing this shit with Sprite and the realest choppers from underground Bringin you the ocho never wit a slow flow lyrics by the boatload once again the stars have aligned and Brought you the illest niggas out here with the chopper style [Verse 2: Omega Sin] Is this what you want bitch You know I sever people and use it to catch some catfish Devil said I'm evil baptized in the blood of baptist Who sicker when they rock it I chop it Lorena bobbit When I gotta get deposits I pop it and pick your pocket Leavin em buried assassinated in the cemetery I'll punch a whole thru ya chest and pull ya heart out by ya capillaries Say my name in the mirror and I will murder shit like Bloody Mary I'm coocoo in the noodle manuever shoot up ya house I'll screw her in the culo put voodoo inside ya spouse I'm puttin all these rappers to sleep and they call me sandman I'm cuttin all these bodies in pieces like I'm a madman Lyrically murder men until they feel it in the physical Tearin apart a man but first I'm cuttin off his testicles You fuckin around with a criminal that'll do the crime and turn invisible Suffering succotash I'm on yo ass flow despicable Sick in da brain when I cock it and aim I'm takin prisoners of war like im Saddam Hussein I'll turn the scene to armageddon when I get into range I'll put a flame to ya skull like its Nicholas Cage Ain't nowhere to run when I be comin down ya chimney Ill aim a tommy gun and leave you dead in Little Italy My military will bring the pain like Kathy Bates in Misery The stain thats left behind thats on my blade will be your memory Feed you to the lions if you step into my habitat Bringin the pain, killin the game tell me can you handle that Flippin the cane sippin the lean Ill kill you in this title match These Idol Hands will put that ass to sleep like poppin vikadin When I find you, you gon' get that ass beatin so take it like a man playing with these weapons of mass destruction like Ironman Strike a match and leave yo ass burnin inside a pumpkin patch Fuck a bitch, now you gonna find out who ya uncle is [Verse 3: Fluenci] Swamp house, bitch, I'm coming better than a lettermen I hit 'em with the lyrical Assad on my medicine And damage atoms with the lyrics sad it ain't no competition ruin everything and i seeing blury like it's tunnel vision Facing demons they can never catch me going through a mission never end up slippin You ain't fucking with no transmission Mind blurped and it's absurd to me Obscure pay the price first and i'm at them like what's worse Shit it happens everyday I mean I try to let it be But there is just no other way I mean The reason that I do it's for the people who don't play I'm making room for indecision like I found another way And letting demons get the best of me my time will soon astray I got a heart I need to fill with love but way too many play I done bent over backwards tryna make the hate decay But I'm feinin for an afterlife while dealing with this pain [Verse 4: McDread] Spookin em with the dark and evil oujia shit Gonna eat this shit, up imma haunt your speaker Summon me up make a scene of it Jumanji, bet you get your mommy Seal em in the concrete, dump em in the swamp sea Monster, whenever they run up, I get em on phonetical wonderment Make fun it, but imma burn it up and turn it up like the sun and shit I'm on one, who be thinking they can win against a ghost? So sinister The host To- nobody but imma hit em with the malevolance and bevel heads Then get em with sentiments evil, like kenevil, see your timidness You's a bitch, should get him a snickers, plea the fifth Had better believe it I'm credible, and incredibly undeafeted fists Are raised at ya, got rabies bruh From livin undagroun' hope it phases ya Box, cutter up in your mother just for fuckin entertain'in Anyone anticipatin' obliteratin' my patience Actimenophen bringin the best, get em adreniline man I'm a fan Plenty of butter for anyone want it wit somebody Fill em up man I get into the kitchen Bringing the shit again, better believe it, I'm dope Oh, and I guess I flow A little like a fiddle in the hands of a devil wittle Away at your soul, like I'm runnin' up with a chisel Man, imma come up from the swamp, ya You can feel the bump, sand Quicker than the gump man Listen, to my E.V.P Trynna get attention but you never see me But I been up in the screens I know you felt waves, know you heard screams I know you seen a face, it was me Be very cautious, walkin' in the hallways I am sharper than carpet, made of metal saw blades You will leave a trail of blood, vanish in the smoke boy! POW! Spookin 'em all again, whenever they bet it I jump up in it, get the adrenilene I stick it up in em, I hit em with chemical virus Stuff it up into their sinus Giving no fuck about your finest lines You ain't the tightest with the rhymes And I can easily devise hits That will make your mind split I won't optimise this, I just need my vices You can get defeated, don't you ever fuckin try this Underground we chop it up from ligamint to eyelids [Verse 5: SnakeLucci] Give me the K to spray I paved the way I'm killin em with the wave today I slay this lane You changed, I stayed the same Can't delay, can't delay the play, state the claim, N.W.A. today Did 8 day for day state to state face to face with hate Race relate chase the plate like it was a race who ate Fuck a fake debate Draco Snake Give me the bong ima be lazy off a 8th of hay Give the fans I'm hot I'm a be a cancer spot So fly I'm feelin like an astronaut No drive bys pullin up flash the Glock Doing it til the casket drops No one else fast as hot Whether I'm masked or not I'm psycho Laugh til you get popped with the rifle I have to snipe you Dreamer got the shotty downer got the thottys Downer put in "jale" I'm in Nebraska flight school Ain't no sex case or rainbow colorful hair hit six states and niggas fuck with me there Throw the fin or the rakes and my Diamonds still in the air This the Undaground Choppers I pick apart and repair Your visions more like a dare you livin life in despair There's so many levels and I'm takin flights of stairs No life is fair, fights are rare, flights in the air Life affairs, give me the mic I'm there [Verse 6: Sinizter] Slaughter, I’m murdering everything moving I pray you don’t think this another illusion Go call on your god while pick up this chopper And chop till the top of ya body, stop moving Fuck the intermission, all these bullets flying at you, you gon’ Think you seein’ double vision, pistols double fisted All you hear is bucka-bucka from a distance fuckin up the Engine Then it stall, go get ya men involved, I pull a combat knife And get to rippin’ skulls, you know I been to war So why you wanna push me to the point of flippin’ till I skin ya like hog, while you hanging from a tree But ain’t no rope around ya neck, I got you pussies hanging by ya knees As long as I’m alive and walkin’ on this earth I promise none of y’all gon’ ever rest in peace! [Verse 7: SplytSecond] Here we go once again for the 8th time Murdering syllables to the bass line Wondering when we're gonna create nine Tell me how long do they gotta wait sprite All of the people that ever doubted my status in the underground but nobody can debate mine Rapping at em is a hate crime So I cut em off of the hip so that we don't waste time Now let's talk about my sexual prowess It's technical violence The way that I beat up the kitty Is something that the vets will go wild with And'll leave it spasming like it touch an electrical appliance Grab an umbrella now get ready for you to weather the storm And I wrote up a rap and then imma gas it better than ever before, When I do in that particular fashion I prevented the mourn Of Sprite when the beat is killed the moment instrumental is born Breaking a bat over they back Imma need another bat You done been defeated with no way to run it back Babbling upon the track but I deliver none of that Imma give em lyricism quicker than a runnin back The wave of the day and the state of the game is in straight disarray when it’s tellin me cover up my tongue in crack Spit it like an idiot and maybe get a hundred rack s "you should do the mumble rap" what would be the fun in that Verbally iconic sensei that is sinister Drunk on the gin and tonic or spitting fluency you could pick Gamma’s and omegas in your DNA forcing me to get in to chopping and crucify them all on a Crucifix Splyt’ll make an MC dread his own existence Exhibiting the stamina to go the distance The moment he flows is a golden instant Got the skeleton key if you got a bone to pick with me [Verse 8: Tonik] I’m coming in stompin Dropping a couple of bombs Makin it rain upon Anybody that don’t really wanna see me on top When I’m choppin I’m blockin the pop But I’m rockin the shots With no Glock Cuz I got me an automatic tongue (spray) I’m gonna cook a hater on the grill up on the microphone because I got it sizzlin Above a little bit After I’m fixing to pull the trigger like a crooked pig is I’m on a mission for killin, I get it done Somebody comin to give me a beat, you better believe I’ll wreck it I rub it in whenever somebody gets defeated, better get to steppin Otherwise I'ma teach a lesson With a lethal weapon I’ll become the professor Then I'ma test you, gonna need a blessing Cuz I’m flexing when I’m gunning Check it when I’m runnin Heavy with the weapon hear me coming Deaf, I leave you stunned man Let me catch a breath then I’m gonna get back to the action I’m attacking, automatic with the weapon I’m packin, I stay strapped [Verse 9: DNA Tru Lyricist] I wasn't on Undaground Choppers 1 or Undaground Choppers 7 but add 'em together and that’s 8 Now I’m back for the rape of the ones who tried to hate Tried to say they didn't miss me, bitch, please You can take all that shit to the bank and cash it in quickly A circular saw bladed Frisbees Coming to hit you in the face get ya laced with a lyrical taste Of one of the greats, someone debates suffer the fate Sucking and biting 'em all with the Wreckronomican flow I make these motherfuckers realize I am the GOAT of UC When I flow, I'm to kill these guys with the lethal flame you breath? No, I breath, plus I be Done with all the dumb shit make amends and kill a beef Holler out to K-Fix, man, I hope we keep the peace Yo we gotta hit em all up with the Nightbreed Swinging a blade slicing through the air like a Nike They saw me lay the body on the counter It wasn’t me but then again it might be Behind me my bike be a fourteen hundred lightspeed Just like when I be spitting it at lightspeed Where’s Double S with the Godspeed we're the ones so godly Don’t mind us were probably probing ya hardly Dunkin' ya head in a potty the sign of this grotesque It’s probably gonna cause a protest, oh shit I’m sorry, but I'm the one branding the official TRU on these hoes chest I'm Brandon Lee in The Crow's nest Scoping with the flow coasting like a locus don't notice Halloween it won’t be no hocus pocus jokers right out of me pounding See me give zero fucks about my speed or how may bars that I spit on these tracks Slash ya motherfucking neck open, let go And let the blood spew like leftover watery lasagna Not even the Geico gecko could help ya family with the finances I’m Manson When it comes to the cult of the lyrical followers calling 'em like high hands in the air But bomb 'em and make 'em fear like Eminem's saying fuck Trump BET And I agree, send Trump another lyrical DDT [Verse 10: VBL] How you gonna keep up with the sonic? tails! Flying by you so fast I got a comet tail drinking a bottled ale I’m a villain like Gargamel Got em all nervous Hiding up under the bed and biting nails My style is fresh never stale I don’t horse around you will get impaled Then I’ll run around in circles Holding you like you were riding on a carousel You're fairly welcome to step to me if you dare to fail The elder god VBL I'm a force to be reckoned with Cause the power is mine And I'm coming for you like the reaper So I doubt you can hide Man this is my method but I really got it down to a science How many times I gotta remind em on the mic I'm a titan You think you're higher up till I crucify ya like a Messiah You're fragile and sensitive like a vagina I'll grab you by the throat and choke you Turn your Adam’s apple to apple cider [Verse 11: Ikonik] Ich nehme die Gun und zerficke die Penner mit einer motherfucking Bullet, denn ich bin ein legendärer King in dem Business Kille die wannabe Gees Nehme die Gun und zersieb die Emcees, denn ich bringe dadurch den Profit von der Street Jeder Motherfucker denkt er wäre der Beste, doch wenn ich dann vorbeikomme dann werden Leben zerfetzt Du bist ein hatender Fag und deine Pussylippen sind so dick, dass jeder Pisser weiß, dass du auf Gaypornos fappst Komm in deine City, gebe keinen Fick auf jämmerliche Bullen die mich killen wollen Motherfucker besser geh bei Seite Wenn der Don in deinem Block erscheint, dann rennen alle weg oder ich ziele und zersiebe deren Bodies mit der abgesägten Pumpgun Demolier die ganze Stadt Mann Genozid mit der Gun, Son, was dann? Kille die Pussy mit Headshot Zerficke die Pisser mit AIDS Keiner kann euch retten - da kommt jede Hilfe zu spät [Verse 12: Interchopper] It's been eternal pleasure to chop with y'all Ain't no hypothetical, I'm actual mythical form of- Versatility/vast mobility now bro Listen up, I'm fed up with your intentions to slow down you'd better watch yo ass you're bout to face poison gas Don't step over line, you will act as activator Natural navigator, hell of an instigator Turn me into Terminator, it's time to be innovator I've never been a motherfucker withoutta guts to chop them into minimal nuts You were talking like you wanna put the flames to this bitch, so just do it And stop talking shit! Or I'll be clipping up magnum hop on it bump on it Making you my bloody bad bitch you fucking fat snitch Call me the chopper You've never ever pulled a trigger, never killed nobody You think you're a killer? I'm God over here [Verse 13: Crucified] (Don't Fuck with the...) Put em in a bag and I fuck em all up they coming to taking it back but they come on and they looking and playing a game with the fucker Many deal with a person who making a bluff and I'm breakin' em off And i'm making the posse that makin' em run We be takin' em closer making em faster makin' em close it, I'm making em puzzled, look at em jump This time i'm breakin' a syllable thinkin' How long we gonna be how will they build But if i can predict for the fuck of it fucking the plan up They gotta be telling me fill em with flows that are makin' em plot To bringing and braking and making a rut The feeling of bringin' it bigger Then run up, I done em, I get em all then I'm all done Murder begun let em all run They can never get away when i'm bringing the tongue I'm being shone Nobody is done try to get up on my level they can never become Come back from the grave But don't look at my face If i get em in place Like I'm hearing the tome When I load me a bowl of my greenery strong I then open my third eye and they better run But if they’re winking of thinking it wicked and wink in the pain I’m spitting I'm winking I’m a fiber about the fuck about the hater that never think I been on, get em Many motherfuckers went off but I caught em Try to get away and I’m planning to bring slaughter Open up to face with the razor blade that start up Told you with the breath of the face I can trace smarter And brought up in heart of this Picking em buckin' 'em making em panic and praying to their father Do you really wanna get it You become a target bout die quick in a minute You don’t really wanna be the one that I’ma fill up with the Cobalt And they wind up with their mother fucking missing They don't want to listen Look into the vision Kill em with a burden when I get em in the kitchen I’m sick of the fighting I make pulp when I'm coming to break 'em up And murder anybody who be thinking that they be fucking with the mission to be underground chopping