UndaGround Choppers 2 EP

[Verse 1: Hurricane]
Never been a bitch of a motherfucker to sleep on
Deadly individual pull the trigger then he's gone
I'ma keep it hot in the pussy to get the heats on
Hurricane and Sprite a collaboration: the beat's gone
Hit em up with that shit that'll make a motherfucker go numb
Putting em off in the physical my thinking be like fuck it, I'm on one
I'm a real chopper, underground or not
Doing it international in case you niggas forgot
Kansas City make it so motherfuckers to check it
We bring it up in your rectum
You never crossing my sector
We string em all up together
We strapping down with the leather
So if you can take the pressure
Then come and get it together, I'm a beast
Every time that I hit em with the flow
I'm the lyrical Heath Ledger, nobody can do it better
When suckers swarm through the line over, you niggas are snowblowers
I be coated inter-polar, everybody ought to show it
My flow is about to go fucked up, and I'm about to go apocalyptical
Now I'm ripping, fuck all my critics
You talk about it, I live it
So if you wanted to get it
Kansas City, pussy nigga, you listening? I'm the best
So if you got a problem, we'll just stab up your chest
The lyrical definition of putting people to rest
When every participant is in the kitchen, the chef
Metaphorically, I'm saying I'd urinate on your death

[Verse 2: Bloody Ruckus]
Ain't nobody gotta know, I lay your body in a hole
I'm motivated by the marijuana that I smoke
And now I'm creeping through the cemetery
With some one I need to bury
Thinking it's a game before I let it all go
Listen up, to all the haters in the building
I be knocking out the haters and they know that i'm not kidding
Someone's looking out the window and they're lucky that there living
Fuck the police and the law because I'm never gonna be forgiving
Run up on that nigga with a semi automatic when i p-p-p-p-p-p-p-p-pop-pop-pop-pop hit em down
Looking up out of the window late at night
What's it like to get murdered with a bloody mic now
And I'm going to be murdering every body
Pulling out the shotty when I call the Illuminati
When I'm going to be ready to kill them and did em and fill them with venom
I'm killing motherfuckers knowing that I'm gonna call the shotty
Coming I'm running I'm coming to get you with all of my niggas
I'm ready to kill you I fill em with venom I couldn't get rid of em
I'm looking around in the hood for the tension
I'm wondering why do they want to be eating the bullets up out of their stomach
Licking the womb and I'm sewing it shut because I'm murdering off these motherfuckers
Popping and dropping I'm getting it rocking
I murder the haters who want to be noggin
I cut up their bodies I burn up their bodies
I pull out my shotty and then i keep popping
They thinking I'm crazy but that is not true
And you fucking with me then I'm fucking with you
And better come up when you call up your crew
It's the Undaground Choppers 2

[Verse 3: DNA Tru Lyricist]
D-N-A, I be spitting lyricism all up in your system
Shut up and listen to the blistering nitroglycerine 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 m'I"
"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 Vorhees 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 4: 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 target 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 nigga 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 5: Bonez]
Ain't nobody fuckin' with Bonez lets be real now
Thinkin' that they takin' the throne would be senile
Ain't nobody really want it pop a pistol get it rowdy
Get it bitch I fuckin' doubt it chalk it up to denial
I’m bad mothafucker Michael Jackson style
We could die at any minute now wouldn’t that be wild
You better flash a smile cause the rats are out
Get these bitches out the gutter cause they passin' out
Man its Choppa Clique flow style, ain't no way to slow down
Ya'll don’t really wanna get a problem with these souljahs
Phone call, roll out, why they wanna hold out?
“dawg I get it choppin' with an AK forty” so what?
Do somethin', act like you would
I don’t give a fuck about it Matt get the gloves
Wrap a body in the carpet drag it back to the woods
Left for murder North Dakota baby that’s how its done
I heard there's a mothafuckin' track to murk
So I pop another pill and get it back to work
Cause ain't nobody fuckin' with me
Duckin' when we comin' with a fully automatic at em
Damn it man they lookin' funny
I’m Mad Hatter mad man
Tommy gun’ll back that, do we gotta back track?
Matter of fact that’s
Exactly what we gonna do, I’m gonna give you point of view
Something that’s so much better than all this fast rap crap man

[Verse 6: Mizury Mize]
The bigga the figga the bigga the gorilla like godzilla
Like a veteran packin a weapon and killin when spittin this ammuniton
Listen this sumbitch I'll get vicious quick wit these lyrics any minute
So give me a second I'll leave you dumb in a instant wit a mouth equipped wit a banana clip on a mission
I'm in it to win to get it
I kill it with the rhythm whole; never wit it minimal
A killa with a million syllables
Leavin a beat critical a lyrical individual over flowin wit a mouthful wit the flow from the mo when i go I own it
Yo
Whenever ya ready to battle me you better be steady wit a melody better watch who the fuck you be challenging I'ma monster
Choppin up 16's like a piece of meat on beats bringin heat cuz Mizury the unholy from Missouri
Kicks it harder than soccer
Hotter then lava, I be the chopper muthafucka with lyrics comin to get it in deeper than ya fuckin daughter
I go harder then a automatic rappin in a fashion blastin on bastards like I be packin and rackin a fully stocked sawed off on any roster
Beats are tellin me there ready when they wanna be buried heavily in a cemetery
So they ain't comin carefully whenever their bringin that rhythmic energy
I'm ready wit a lyrical hammer wit the stamina playin like a cinema
So when I'm on a beat beatin the beat to a inch of its life I'm not givin a fuck
I hit em and they feel it cuz I'm a killer any minute, so when I get up and finish em, I do it big
And keep it strange; dibkis teeth of a chainsaw painfully makin a verse hurt when this chopper rips

[Verse 7: 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

[Outro]
Flawless victory
Brutality