[Verse 1: Eclip\$e]
\nTrippin’ and dippin’ and sever there head off, whatever they’re thinking
\nI cut off the ?demo?, these bitches are pieces, i wanna be severed though
\nFore’ they get handle how we gonna manage
\nBefore his bitches chop up the verse’s tossing the murder it ain’t what you heard of
\nThe web gonna surface, they never rеturn of the bodies, supremе, goes to the service
\nYou know we choppin’ like, causin’ the drama where murderers come from the trip, double, double
\nBe crushing these verses up, i’m fighting my life
\nGoing against me, you ?cooking? dinner, speak it in violence
\nBegin to focus, sir haven’t you heard of the bloody, my verse will be better than, sealing the mic, serving em right, making em nervous
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\n[Verse 2: xAlmighty]
\nUnited Choppers 4. I got the flow in the bag
\nAnd now they’re haulin' ass, got ballin' tracks so, hoe, I am back
\nI’m fuckin 'em up and choppin' 'em up when I get on beat quick
\nSome of them outta their luck, get hit with a bullet that's secret
\nMy motherfuckin' flow is so good that people get frustrated
\nThey're leavin' me alone with the track, and trust me, I’m up blazin'
\nI’m breaking 'em up and then choppin' 'em up and then fuckin 'em up then takin' it back and I’m down
\nFuckin 'em up and I’m comin' around, you better believe I’m fuckin' impossible, so give me the crown
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\n[Verse 3: Luck Da Gynx]
\nThink a nigga like me get sick in this
\nSpit it ridiculous, you'll fuck around and go missin'
\nYou 'bout to get found by six men
\nYou niggas sweeter than sugar and cinnamon, look
\nDuckin' and dodgin' and movin' through cities while choppin' avoiding the law
\nIf money the motive I'm movin' the mission the cats [?]
\nIn other words, fuck you, buck you down with a crack down pound let off some rounds let it off the muzzle
\nCatchin' you tailin' a permit smile this shit get wild
\nSay cheese, with 50 styles, how you like me now?
\nI’m rippin' and runnin', not givin' it up
\nAnd I'm holdin' and buckin' it down
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\n[Verse 4: Coutz]
\nUnited we stand, finna die for the fam, bringing fire
\nDefying the system, I’m ready to ride
\nWhen it’s time to go wild, I’m still one of the sickest to do it
\nWitness evolution, we bringing it harder than ever
\nI’m calling the devil, he’s coming to get ya boy
\nStraight from the depths of hell, now let’s ring the bells, you gonna get destroyed
\nThey never saw it coming, how you like this
\nAll of them crumble as soon as I get in, they couldn’t withstand it, I’m killing this shit
\nMatter of fact there’s no more audience, all of them in Avīci
\nYou shoulda been cautious, I’m splitting your body in half, you can’t defeat me
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\n[Verse 5: New Blood]
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\n[Verse 6: LFiers]
\nIt's the L
\nFiers ready to run it I'm bringing it wicked that way that I'm here to be flipping the tip of the tongue and target I hit and I don't miss it equippin' the clip and the weapon is (U) spittin' gotta kill em all I'm never gonna miss em' aim at the target I shoot and I'll hit it it's true that I did it, with the precision (Bullseye)
\nWhen I hit that target bang! With a kick back impact that I'm gonna make you feel around the world I'm rocking this rock like a Will Smith slap
\nBut I gotta hold my ground I'm never gonna slip fact big gats
\nMan I'm a lyrical weapon they send me to battle when they wanna win man
\n(Win man)
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\n[Verse 7: J Battle]
\nJ Battle's back in, attackin' with pistols
\nBe keepin' 'em crackin', I ball up my fist
\nI love when I stomp on 'em, start to be hoppin'
\nWe're choppin' the crowd like we're goin' to miss you
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\nHow many want to be sticklin', come in
\nDon't want to but keep through the battle
\nDon't start up a war, I'll be so ready
\nDon't stoop so far from the floor, I put it around of here
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\nBetter believe it, I got all my shots
\nI don't know 'bout the last of 'em, run up and chase 'em, I kill 'em
\nAbout to be taking my lash and I pass 'em all
\nOne of the best when I kill 'em
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\nWhen I be rippin', you'll want to be rushin'
\nI finna be keepin' a stack of them, grippin' the winchester
\nCreepin', you finna be catchin' a couple
\nThe keef from the hell of a rillo!
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\n[Verse 8: Leach]
\nI'm high when I'm up and I'm comin' and choppin'
\nYou better be ready, the shit that I'm doin'
\nIs releasin' fluid, I'm leavin' 'em stupid
\nThey're rippin' the shit like they're new
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\nAnd I use it for music, I'm venomous, filled with adrenaline
\nStuffed with the venom, they hatin' the way that I'm comin'
\nDon't fuck with the devil, get out of my shadow
\nI'm fillin' 'em up with the elegant style
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\nWho's comin' to fuck with me now?
\nBe thinkin' you're dope with the flow for a while
\nWhen I hop on the beat, it is definitely sick
\nThey ain't thinkin' the shit that I speak, so I smile
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\nPackin' a bowl, got me blowin' it out
\nI am throwin' 'em out, wanna pick another route
\nWhen I'm rippin' like I'm in the finest
\nComin' to flow, ain't no ruinin' style
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\n[Verse 9: DOWN6]
\nNo one is ready for Six, fucking up anyone when I be riding the beat
\nChop up the bodies and murking the opps, we settling beefs and rivalries
\nLook into the mind, I gotta motherfucker ready for the slaughter, bitch, you finna pay your deeds
\nRotting on the ground, I'm finna pounce up on a little bit of enemies tryna be stealing the steeze
\nThinking of bringing the fake in the back and I'm making a buck off fucking up hoes
\nEveryone lurk in my sight when I spit a flow
\nEveryone tryna come bite, y'all are pitiful
\nEveryone wanna be right when they type online
\nDeliver rounds like it's Columbine
\nThey shiver now right down their spine
\nThe sinner bounce while the cult divides
\nIn this haunted house, I'm the poltergeist\n\n
