Undaground Choppers 9

[NOTE: THE LYRICS FROM BONEZ, TONIK, FLUENCI, MCDREAD, SNAKE LUCCI, VBL & IKONIK ARE OFFICIAL]

[Verse 1: SplytSecond]

You are merely getting a taste of infinite rage

Wondering about the quality of the chopping is it the same did it decay

Is all of the clarity vivid insane that did entertain

Finally reaching a peak and then crumble to pieces and peacefully drift in a bay(Yeet)

A curse and a gift is in plain sight

But like slithering snakes y’all wanna spit it in vain

Like "hit 'em with the venom" really it is a shame

And impossible to follow at a ridiculous pace

And a lyricism from a totally different plane

Of existence and thought you were getting away

I’m slapping a clip in the K and I’m letting it

Hella Syncopated with the rhythm I deliver but it’s coming with a cost

Thermal radiation guaranteed to make 'em shiver but I spit it at a temperature to make 'em all defrost. (Oof)

With the clarity and speed I’m on another level in a different league

So jumping over the gap between us is similar to jabbing at an atheist you're never getting across

(He needs some milk)

Beat cut beat cut lava when I erupt

Rapped shared for the profit like I’m Jesus

Talking down on double S and y’all had better speak up

Hotter than boneless pizza jalapeños

No respect to the seniors you a dingus

Come up outta pocket for the game because you know it needs us

[Verse 2: Bonez]

Welcome to the party motherfucker ready? Rip it come and get it with a little bit of sin up in it wait a minute

Fin ta get it pimpin, with a weapon I invented if i said it then I meant it and I said it' s on

Nothin makes it better gotta come up with the money motherfucker really wanna get it go’on (go’on)

Ya think that you’re better than anyone here? Well bitch your fuckin wrong (wrong)

Tell em Bonez, go and get ugly with it

Cold with the syllables

Your fuckin pitiful

Don’t give the minimal

Won’t for a minute bro

Go get a lawyer when the law wanna get involved

Raw individual

Born with no sin at all

Bored with the cynical

Sold with a bit of gold

Nobody’s winnin though

Bonez don’t

Fuck everybody go and suck that dick

I ride panigale, so god damn quick

Just god damn quit

Cuz your not that slick

Do a mothafucka really gotta talk that shit

So never will they win it gotta drop that bitch

Nobody gonna comment when I'm rockin this

Tell em what they mothafuckin option is

Steady gettin ready for the apocalypse

Stop with the bullshit not gonna talk shit go home bro your wrong

Life’s an auction work for your bosses oh lord no I won’t

Try to pimp me all day long mothafucka no you don’t

Ain't nobody fuckin with Bonez

Time for Loony to murder the song

[Verse 3: Big Loony]

You've antiquated with the don

Think you bout it gon' beat to intelligent off of a sedative

You're just irrelevant

Soon he possessing it treating the confrontation of a mob

The reason can perish on how I'm connecting my elements

Bigger in time and a pulse

So when I get verbally damaging artists the police will I bring your body in a box

I chop shit down

I'ma cannibal breathing like Mannibal [sneaker?] for

Alternate intricate facilities

Bomb all the fact that I be bringing fatality

Defeat to me with the frequencies never thee

Mind over matter, controlling my destiny

I be composing em like I'm in a symphony

Give me a pen and a pad and like damage it

As I will eat up the surface like serpentine

Intricate with syllables I hit em with the venom when I get to spitting you don’t really wanna come and get it with me

Everybody that are round me, killer for the cheddar man

They get to speak, yet homie you don't wanna get the veteran

An urgent defeat I’m about to hit ya with the meaning with these syllables

I’m patting you down I’m riding in my elevators

Spit a lot of rappers when I get to move a homie I’m a fighter with the music I’m an educated veteran

You better think about the repercussions

'for you running from the killer I’ma damage

I’ma hit em like a Taliban

I don’t really wanna battle loony must be crazy

Pack a stamp and put the missile on I’ma shoot em till the gun jam

Fight me Big Loony and thank you for critical criticism

Cause it turned me to this man

Undaground choppers we call when it 9 in the series

Big Loony is the man that remains stayin'

[Verse 4: Fluenci]

Poppin off shots and not given a fuck

And i'm tempted to go about evilest syndicate

Notice i'm diligent basic its evident not about relevance

Time consuming the rellic and passing it over like sollemly evidence nobody wanna be into the middle the fire its burning like excellent so can you notice the cadence i'm bringing i'm torching this skewer like pathogens loading the shells  from the fully extended

But chances of leaving have not been intended

Maniacle spirit i'm in it to win it like what would you think next?  my haters up lifting like blessings i'm turning they heads like sprewell sets

Play with the energy fuck off an enemy

Time is what tells like the real to epiphany notice i'm still in denial by destiny

Gathering what we call notions are heavily melodized latency silver me shivelry on to the next one

And shiver me timbers by loading my spiritual casualties into oblivion

And did I offend yours?, shout out to everyone noticing gassing has formed up

I give you salute to the haters they  damage like lava no post how it ends up

My resolutions to what we saw that's how a bridge really builds up we aren't humans we need beaming up

[Verse 5: McDread]

Here we are back at this shit again been takin my vitimins

Get you a ridiculous chopper I'm venomous cinnimon like-

Way too intricite to inhale combust like a cigarettes

Eating arachnids like annalese isnt it funny how they think i been a bitch till i flip

Get the switch riviting like a bit spinnin it i keep on twistin and turnin up in my head

News to you

Flippin up outta my dome I prove the booth, swoopin up food like a crow - shoot the poop -

And for the rappers that be thinkin they be slammin better can it like a soup or you will panic in a room then light a candle by the suit they gonna jam me wit and poof -animated too

-funded by the Flu

Anybody wanna it man im really gonna fuckin sonic boom

-Clippin the bitches in shins an inch in, then itchin the skin till the stitch is rippin

The incision is instant my vision is intimate, ain't nobody know it, i was sleepin in a tentment

Without a bed my sentiment ain't clear, like a cataract appeared, can't regenerate, i fear

Ima detonate incinerate and seperate a vertibrae, dont look at me certain way or queer

Ima put up on the murder rate!

Like a terminator learn the way to burn a brain

And you ain't really nuthin but a sherminator, perminating,  like you got B-O

Everybody swerve and hate it

You could never murk a stage

And every singled word is aimed at

Wack rappers

I dont give a fuck

Ima have to put a body part in my truck

Chop shit down

Then ima put in the swamphouse

Hitem wit da 9

Cuz im always in a rush

Shout ruslan

[Verse 6: SnakeLucci]

Motherfuckers hella bogus, I don't notice

Everybody wanna focus coming up in this I'm ferocious

Drama culture, spittin' halitosis

Sicker than fifty-thousand Locusts

I’ma get out the O but never get out the zone

Been told that I’m the coldest I done molded

Reali-T shows when I get on I’m bout to blow

Pockets swoll but stop and go vacate tropical

Nigga I’ma let the chopper go

Pull up on em and its rock and roll hot, stop, drop and roll

Come with a reason to get em it’s not optional

Hit em with it when it’s beneficial

But I’m in the middle where my stock’ll grow

Feminine niggas you bitches I’m venomous on a mission

When I’m rocking shows

Sending niggas to the hospital

Niggas ain’t no competition fuck the opposition

Never had two pots to piss in, my condition

Coming up out the trenches but I’m optimistic so I stop and listen

I’ve been slipping knocking bitches talking shit I got ya ticket

Bout that business I can dig it

So many choppers I got a clip in it and then I dip quick

Nigga sick with, sick with it gotta stick with a clip in it

Anybody killer really gotta get it

When I was in prison was a politician

Feeling froggy ribit, ripping it off the hinges

Any chopper dedicated to win it'll get it

Been independent and winning

My niggas'll kill to get in it

It's giving me chills when I mention, kill with a vengeance

Pull up on a rapper with a glizzy and end it

[Verse 7: VBL]

All I want to say is leave my verse the same way it was when I recorded it

And don't even try to change up the instrumental not even a part of it

I am the first Super Saiyan Yomashi I was here ever since the start of this

You're late with the chopping before you all knew what it was I mastered the art of it

As soon as they see me they're terrified and petrified shaking like they got Parkinson's

They don't want a part of me because I'll get medieval on their hiney and show em how dark it gets

Every time I'm on a track with a Sprite beat when I rap I gotta demonstrate what a arson is

Can't believe they be acting like they forgot how I be lighting it up they done got me charged again

They be thinking its smooth sailing over the water can't see there's a shark in it

Megalodon coming from under and ripping apart your ship

Your not ready for the kombat cause I'll bring it to your chest hit you wit the Lu Kang bicycle kick

Your facing a different type of character I'm the final boss my precision is optimum

Thought you could handle me well come and try me and test your hypothesis

Imma just go and proceed to treat you like the insect you are and discard of you easily swatting you

Blasting off in the atmosphere after guzzling rocket fuel

I'm out of this world I'm phenomenon philosophical chopper understand me I do this for real it's not a joke you don't want the beef I'll turn you to sloppy Joe wit abominable body blows

Verse 8: [Ikonik]

König im Flow'n

Rollend im Wagen verwöhnen mich Hoes

Ficke die Bitches und picke dabei einen Blunt, denn das ist die gewöhnliche Show

Dumme Nutte, denkst über den besten Weg nach

Wie du jetzt schnell Geld oder Fame machst

Motherfucker, legendärer Doubletimer, Tripletimer ficke weiter Bitches, scheiß auf Datejust

Motherfucker was?

Geb' ich deiner Bitch einen Cumshot? Was?

Pussy, wenn ich will, wird sie langsam nass

Aber habe keinen Bock, also fang' mal an, nehme die Slut am Arm und geh dann mal ran

Du hast keine Chance gegen mich

Du wirst locker zerfickt, wenn du Opfer mich disst, also Kopf runter Bitch und ich Mobb' deine Clique

Pussy, ficke deine ganze Bande voller Penner, wenn du willst, aber habe keine Zeit für den Scheiß

"Echt nicer Style, ey" ich bleibe die Nummer 1, weiter so unerreicht

Alle meine Feinde wollen meine Doubletime Skills

Aber leider haben sie keinen Plan, alle biten dann ich muss weiter fahr'n meine Zeit ist da und du weißt ich laber keine Scheiße grade, klar?

Ganz egal wer du bist

Meine Parts sind der Shit

Kille die Bars und du trippst, Bitch

Ich brauch' nur ein paar Jahre und ich bin rich, also fick dich

Und mit diesem Part habe ich bewiesen: ich habe den Sieg errungen

Bitte geh aus meiner Sicht

Du bist leider nicht in meiner Liga, Junge

[Verse 9: Tonik]

I'm coming to shoot

And you know that I'm coming at em like a rocket

I'm trying to shock em

Like metal in sockets

And I'm really trying to rob all their shine like I'm pickin their pockets

I'm bringing the heat and I'ma let em all hang over the fire

Like I'm messing with stockings

I gotta be honest, see I'm an anomaly

But I'm on top and lockin the spot in for Tonik

Sucka that's me

Gotta get em breathing heavy like an athlete

I be running all around em like a track meet

But I gotta make em scatter like I pack heat

Well I do, but its not with a gun

But I got me a tongue

And I got the ammunition coming from the cerebellum

See me then you better tell em get ghost

Cuz I murder when I spit flows

If you wanna kill a killer you better get guerilla when you flip it up on the track

Cuz the rhythm I get delivered I could stick it in ya cuz the tip of it'll leave you stabbed

When I switch up the triplets it'll be hideous with the way the haters mad

Bars like the way the paper stack

Spend it then work to make that paper back (huhh)

But the tongue flip like the wrist when I’m hittin a drum head Rhythm is dumb when I get to blastin

When I’m bringin that action that I’m packin

I’m a killer with the rappin that’s facts

So you better get away if you don’t the drama that I’m comin with I really be about the opposite

But I’ma get it done if you be thinking that I won’t

Cuz I got the flow That’ll make a hater choke if they try

[Verse 10: Gho5t]

Everybody hold up (hold up)

Somebody had better explain

What is it with all of this gibberish that has been coming up into the game

Got me just feeling a bit of deranged

You people are stepping all over my genre

I wanna put one in your head

And deliver your body right back to your mama

Sick of pretenders you bitches that better surrender

Or witness me giving you trauma

Come up with drama and imma demolish em all

The moment I smoke me some ganja

And we never be giving no love to the people that play on the radio threaten the look of persona's

If i'ma be honest compared to you rappers I'd rather be bumping Madonna

So give me the mic and allow me to demonstrate

How I believe I should really be doing it

Do it so you get the flu

Bust so cruel bitches laying in fluid

This time I'ma be true to this keeping a killer

Will never re-live it, a little bit lunatic

Breaking my property every time

And they know that they're cropping me

That'll be a two bit they're proofing the tool

Don't nobody wanna run up with a killer running

I'ma hit em with a tool

And a madman about to get picked by the one that left nothing but kept in the tool

And i'm making the moves

Stay repping me honour the money my lyrics are cool

And fuck me you fools

Really but this ain't a what I can do true