Undaground Choppers 4 Verse

[Verse]
(WATCH THIS, SPRITE)
I came to destroy
With lyrics, creativity, originality, versatility
Like, boy
You don't wanna step up to the lord, the underground rap scene
That means you don't wanna mess around with me
Your old news like an Xbox 360
And bitch, I'm the motherfucking one
Underground wicked chopper demented sick wicked potty mouth
You're probably bout that bullshit the second that ya walk outta the booth
I step in it like a detective and detecting it
Till there's nobody left in it, till there's nobody best in it like me
My breath's in it, like three fire-breathing dragons burning you to a crisp cannibalistic, you're getting bit tisk-tisk
But I ain't gonna bite you, which means I ain't gonna write what you write
Not even accidentally, not tonight, bitch, not never
I'm too clever to ever come close to whoever-
Writing verses I could learn in the verge of a minute
Rewrite it and spit it, diminish you minuscule bitches
You gotta be kidding, fucking with DNA, you out of a mission
I allow the admission for you to come out and come visit me vividly chopping you into to many pieces
To assemble the body back properly, get off my property, I'm poppin' their cerebellum
I'm telling em I'm turning their brains into gelatin
Eating their eyes out like a pelican cause it's a delicacy to me
(Let's go)
I'm chopping em up when I'm dropping a verse in the booth then I see them flee
Animatronical particle putting back in the monologue, leave it be
The keys to be unpredictably raw with it
Sawing it in half often with the awesomeness
Tossin' a bitch into the lost abyss of darkness
Droppin' a bitch like a possum, hit with a car
His carcass is lying out in the road and the cars just keep tearing it apart
And mixing it with the tar in the street
It's DNA the chopper