[Intro: Busmaster]
Yeah, Argentina, Kansas City
[?], Hurracane, Choppa Clique
[Verse 1: D-SPillz]
Choppa Clique, cover every corner of the continent
Even got it happening in countries where's it all up been
Rockin' with the mob, I spit fully automatic shit
They falling to the hollow tips, I roll 'em in the ????
Get this shit lit, the script is sick quick
Can't miss with this flip, and rip the rip-rip
Rip their fuckin' heads off and flick a quick pic
Then send it to their in-laws with wicked intent
Intentions of a killer, when you spill I'm finna get ya
And then rip you with the milli down and send it to you, dripping dry
Leave you in a river of your blood, it freakin' gets into a insect
I'm a lizard, for my den I'm finna catch a fly
Flyer than a helicopter, make it so you feel the chopper
Hot enough to melt the lava spewing out my head
Take you higher than a [?] sizing up my level
Off to riding like the hammer popping, shooting out the lead, pop!
[Verse 2: Busmaster]
[?]
[Verse 3: Hurricane]
Interplanetary motherfuckers that be chopping
I got it orchestrated, got to get the bigger problem
Like Ukraine how we be cutting you niggas down
Tearing worlds apart when we coming to get the crown
'Round here where we killing these motherfuckers for nothing
Turning up into corpses, horses will be bucking
Everybody claiming they cold will be an oven
We cooking motherfuckers, I'm back in it for destruction
I'm the nigga that'll take you to the crossroads
Like Bone Thugs, nigga, you get no luv
In Kansas City, we be gritty with the [?]
But anywhere in America you get rolled up
Let me take another minute to explain it how we do it in the country of the land of the free
At the home of the brave, where we're working like a slave
360 days plus five, motherfuckers is struggling to be alive in this bitch
Every day a decision to do or die in this bitch
However you want it, then you better go and get it
Ain't nobody gonna give it to you, gonna have to get it for your goddamn self
Choppa Clique are the [?powers up on the?] hard-earned wealth
I'm protected with Smith & Wessons up under my belt
Hurricane and Kansas City, we be bad for your health
If you're gonna try to wreck it, better be top shelf
I'm a motherfucking problem now
If anybody wanna get it, I'ma chop 'em down
Pay attention, take a listen how the chopper sound
K-City my town, I'ma lock it down
[Verse 4: R-Syke]
Se on sikidisybe napapiiriltä
Sama pipipää jota ne kateelliset paskat kivittää
Foorumeilla ja tubessa, ei vaan kannattais nillittää
Ikinä ellei itellä oo kykyjä vastaa mikissä
Sillon ku alkaa sikittää
Oon vaarallinen ku ysimillinen, joten älä vaan tuu hyppii silmille
Edustan takahikiää, jos tyypit kitisee
Edessä on hyvinkin kivinen tie jota saa kipittää
Ku sanaa valittuu alakaa tippuu
Se vastaa sataa salaman iskuu, nakataan vittuun
Jokainen ylimielinen mikissä pätevä saatananmoinen fägitti kusipää
Jolla vaan näistä musiikintekohommista ei tuu mitään
[Verse 5: Emce Damage]
It's lyrical homicide
I'ma keep murdering motherfuckers and I do it with the pen
If you wanna die, then come and get it again
'Cause every time we chop, we chopping off your limbs
If you wanna get it popping, we deadly, the whole squad
Soon as we coming at people like "Oh god"
We be kicking it wicked and always been different since the beginning
Maybe that's the reason that they call us odd
But, our raps are radioactive
Ready to blast, I'm ready to smash anybody up in the path
Give me the mic, I'm gonna rip any motherfucker thinking they spitting sick when they spitting some trash
And they ask us how we be ill
Ain't nobody fucking with Maniphest or D-SPillz
You can't hang with Hurricane
Or even keep up with me still or BoneZ up on the real, nigga
[Verse 6: Yung Revival]
Worlds Apart and I'm losin' own
These beasts, packin' a choice with the big people
Couple pies
Pickin' em up
The book is stuck
Takin' em off
Fuckin' a cup
Look at it go
'Bout to get em with the soap
We're the brains in the UK
We'll be sippin' Lucozade
Then fuckin' the pita bread
Look at it, a piece of cake
Couple with the fuss, boom
Come, it's the air, boom
Fuckin' up a possible
Put em on that good shit
Don't forget to deck em then pitiful
This porridge from the West Coast, never alone
Better step up percussions
Cause bitch, you got me confessin'
Cause I will rush you with the chopper
Get the fuck in the basement
Boom, bah
Pop a, pop a, pop a city but bend it
Couple killed, did you though? 'Bout to put them
Put the ass to end, you see?
[Verse 7: BoneZ]
Come and get it motherfucker, really wanna try?
No, you won't survive 'cause I'll cut your life
My mind says time for fight, never for flight
And now I'm wicked inside, with the weapon, I ride to a site
Someone tell a bitch "fight for another minute" mine
Getting [?] is to tell 'em that a nine on the side when I [?] right
And I get 'em finished fine when I get 'em really with it, right
[?] as I give it to a motherfucker dying
Then I go and get the millimeter, die
When I pull the trigger, ride with a bit of liquor
I'm getting better, quicker, enemies are gonna die when I put a bullet in 'em
We worlds apart with a roughed-up heart
[?], we let that go
[?]
[?] bless your soul
Fuck it, man, I'm never gonna fake shit
They fib enough, I'm running for the knife and popping a motherfucking gun
And I'm dumping em, baby, they better be careful
Coming up out of the ghetto, they think they hide from- oh no
Taking liquor to the dome, what they really want
Can I get it though? When we raw, gotta get a gun involved
Spitting wicked flow, oh they didn't know?
All around the globe, was home to the 7 to the 0
1, 1, run with guns
Fuck 'em all up, huh, just for fun
Take it to the [?] but it's on, get it done
[?] love
[Verse 8 - Moneymaxxx]
[?]
[Verse 9: Maniphest DestNE]
Man, I feel like Marvin the Martian
An imaginary caricature friend of mine
Worlds never could be farther apart then
In a planetary habitat of criminal
Been designing a mighty mental occasion
Fuckin' amazing when they making a lucrative 'mount of fortune
Innovative, creative, and demonstrated to meddle with every hated or major entrepreneurship
I'm a warship
Skipping across a cannonball to anybody that walk on enemy lines
I'm a fortress
Quick [?] my wall up anybody who think they stepping inside
In a whole 'nother realm, a different a galaxy of calibers who 'bout it, so what if we aim at you?
Bullets that be hopping out the burner like a barrel full of bunnies, so our clique full of nothing but kangaroos
