Bonez - Undaground Choppers 2 lyrics

[Verse 1: Hurricane] Never been a b**h for a motherf**er to sleep on Any individual pull the trigger than he's gone Im'a keep it hot in the p**y to get the heats on Hurricane and sprite of the collaboration the beats gone Hit them up with the sh** that make a motherf**er go dumb Putting it off, purposely bein' really f**in' sick to make another one I'm a real chopper underground or not Doing international in case you n***as forgot Kansas city n***as have motherf**ers to check you ?and i'm breakin your rectum? You'll never cross my sector String upon together We're strapping out with the leather So you can never contain the person that come and get it together IMA BEAST!!!!!! Every time i hit them up with that flow bomb The lyrical heat bludgeon nobody can do it better [?] You n***as are snowblowers ?I be cutting everybody that under my flow? My flow is [?] Focus in [?] [?] Ripping up those critics Want to talk about those lyrics? You really want to get it? Kansas p**y n***as you listenin?, i'm the best ?You'll sound proper when i sing up one in your chest? The lyrical definition of putting people to rest Hurricane is cooking you up in the kitchen ?i'm the chef? Metaphorically i'm saying i'd urinate on your d**h [Verse 2: VenomStayDrippin] These b**hes they be likin' through the force I got his chopper bringin' the pain makin' it rain cause I be choppin' like I'm pack ‘em when i'm rippin' they be trippin' like damn! I shoulda stick with it. I tell ‘em cause i'm venom and I hit 'em with that ricochet! Mippin' it k**in' it when I spittin' it k**in' it dilligent i'm militant they mane us reminisce of evidence remaining up to nig is mine depending on heading your mind is set aside but i'm k**in' the sanity's fine Got us to the underground. Comin' up i'm comin down. Rippin' and slippin' up in like it was a hundred round You never wanna come at me with disease i'm leavin' it. Fully damage when I finish cause i'm releasin' it. Increasin' the level of manis is the agreement to the top of the gamut and you know that i'm reachin' it! Negative star so hard spittin' these bars so hard come to scar from shot to gla** instead I bombarded You're retarded if you think you can mess with me i'ma diss you on ecstasy you gon' mix up the recipe Punk brussels where no man's loafer College swag but where is your diploma? I rip your days so bleed you in a coma oh you did it all without bestin' Oklahoma? I'ma keep it ready for good better need my seat. I'm the hardest teammate grewed up on the streets [Mister Hyde: Verse 3]: "It is, what it is, know the biz, gotta get em Gotta hit em with the fully automatic, let em have it Bring the havoc with the motherf**inG syllables clapping Who wanna battle when they dumping up out the magazine rapidly Never challenge a beast, this is lyrical a**ault and battery how we Smashing em on a sprite beat Ain't nobody want it with any one of us coming with that Murderous Hercules flow we spitting for the Mic heat (Brain), dig it how I pivot a minute I'm living critical Ain't nothing subliminal bout the way I give the principle Element of my spirit in physical form original Mixing it up to give u a visual in Your living room Bumping in the system, in the back of the whip attack with Immaculate sh**, a fraction of blasphemy spit About to bang it homicidal, tag and bag me a b**h, then back to This rapping I get a masterpiece strapped with a hit You can see me all over the map I'm making it happen Trapping the beat in the magic, wordplay a**a**in for the tactic, Picking em all apart when I'm tearing holes in the fabric Wouldn't wanna be an enemy Mister Hyde for the hat trick So your flow unforgiven that means u better get wit it before your flow get diminished To put it simple I dig into it, ripping it sicko sick wit it sinister picture me up in Guinness for k**ing the game and everyone in it" [ Verse 4: DSpillZ] You done got a f**ing menace on the track now Ripping up anybody wanna get it with me back down/ Blood will paint your face and have you looking like a sad clown, sticking them pins and needles in you voodoo magic lash out/ Outta the dark abyss into the chamber through your brain soon as i spark a clip/ Heartless sh** that will mark a kid and have me getting back my medicine like karma's b**h, not from a pharmacist no../ Feel the double c amendment no pretending with it this is like religion how we live it and we write our script/ To be the sickest realest spitters in the business with a pen or with a rhythm k**ing competition quick as d**h/ Body composition smelling raunchy in the kitchen from the chopping up the victims better take them to the basement/ Underneath the pavement, the underground incision for them b**hes that ain't listening now they missing cause i slayed them/ Sprayed they with the fully automatic tongue twist them, when i'm banging the ammunition to this banging drum kicking/ Finna be making people pray that i ain't gonna come get them, cut them and shank them with this razor blade and shape they mug with it/ Sprite gave me the tools to lose all of my screws/ f** loose i'm f**ing abusing the booth, no lube woof woof/ Raw dawging you p**y rappers that can't do what i do, filling up all you punk b**hes with an Uzi i groove/ kaboom! [Bloody Ruckus: Verse 5] Ain't nobody gotta know, i lay yo body in a hole I'm motivated by the marijuana that i smoke and now i'm creepin' through the cemetery with some one i need to bury thinking its a game before i let it all go listen up to all the haters in the building i be knockin' out the haters and they knowthat i'm not kiddin' some ones lookin' out the window and there lucky that there livin' f** the police and the law because i'm never gonna be forgivin' run up on that n***a with a semi automatic when i p-p-p-p-p-p-p-p-pop-pop-pop-pop hit em down lookin' up out of the window late at night whats it like to get murdered with a bloody mic now and 'im going to be murderin' every body pullin' out the shotty when i call the Illuminati When i'm going to be ready to k** them and did em and fill them with venom i'm k**in' muthaf**as knowin' that i'm gonna call the shotty Comin' i'm runnin' i'm comin' to get you with all of my n***as i'm ready to k** you i fill em with venom i couldn't get rid of em i'm lookin' around in the hood for the tension i'm wondering why do they want to be eating the bullets up out of there stomach licking the womb and i'm sewin' it shut because i'm murdering off these muthaf**as poppin' and droppin' i'm gettin' it rockin' 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 poppin' they thinking i'm crazy but that is not true and you f**in' with me then i'm f**in' with you and better come up when you call up yo crew its the underground choppers 2!!! [DNA: Verse 6] D-N-A.. I be spitting Lyricism all up in your system Shut up and listen to the blistering nitroglycerin 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 s**ing the blood out and f**ing you up in the bu*t And hushing you up I erupt for the f** of it, no one can f** with it tell em to s** a dick "tath no etah nac uoy sdrawkcab par a yas I cainam a mi", "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 k**ing 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 7: K-Fix) Gimme the blunt, I'ma bump like it ain't sh** 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 n***as 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 n***as ever win against the devastation Now I be k**ing 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 sk** a n***a 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 n***a 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 sh** is up in us, [it'll?] never change [Verse 8: Twisted Rob] Out of bed I'm ready for the slaughter Hit with chete, chop em with fetti Deadly with the venom, veggies is what they gonna be And I'm steady handed like I'm Freddy formulating murda motherf**ers that be gripping on their teddy Looking for their momma cause the reaper on they a** Coming right behind em with the motherf**ing mask Bludgeon motherf**er with a double sided axe In the mental depending the bloody vision to the ma** Attacking, hacking and bagging em then tagging em for the crematory Stick to what I give em dragon breath that's burning people and the're worried I'ma psychopathic stabbing every melody that I put my words to That's a different story Gory, syllables the razor cut the veins and got the scene around you and the wanna bes I slay them were they hiding And there's no ignoring A mind like mine is mandatory Underground choppers we're venomous dueceing on swaggots You acting flaccid and sh** I practice my artistry, deviate rhythm when ripping I'm pleading the fifth Cause the faster I spit Astronomical matter that's balancing chemical structure Turn that hand to a fist and k'on They frozen, falling on they face Rolling the bodies from a bag to a ditch [Verse 9: Jc Blu] They be telling me don't stop with the lyrics that I'ma deliver Because the way that i keep it simple Taking 'em off the list hidden Better watch it your wishing I'm itching it for the gripping and making a way to pin it this Sinner don't give a sh** never Darkstreet records forever gonna be some winners That betaking out pretenders pretending If anybody wanna surrender with no injuries Lyrically to viscous with no ending This Mexican means alot of businesses Attack you in a pa**ion like i'ma Savage to much of an attict for cracking bad habits a back stabber back stabbing Making you crash landing Once again I be the last man standing With the multiple talents,that I'm using to get you Unbalanced, Take you for ransom plans to stash 'em And get my cash up, plastic wrapping over your body No action, close caption that's what happens to rappers That wanna be spitting sh** wackiness not lasting Be done you f**ed actors .. When it comes to hushing You puppies loving the blood gushing Suffer the consequences of dealing it with the roughness I'm tough enough to the point that a knife couldn't cut me Blu a Lil ugly and to much for your consumption huh? I be to much for you to crush I'm a keep breathing sleep with them holes in your body that i'll keep leaking 361 corpus Christi Darkstreet .. I'ma certified chopper steady wrecking it to a sprite beat (Verse 10: Jay Crazii) Jumpin' over on top of the beat when I get ‘em Stick it in rippin' k** ‘em When I hit 'em with the rythmn they be talkin' about a n***a but'chu never really listen bout to chop it a body up and leave ‘em missin' in a river I'm a violent a** n***a Click it I clack it at motherf**ers takin' this sh** Stickin' the motherf**ers I been put into they ribs while i'm takin' this b**h Stup it in pub it you better s** it or f** it or swallow cum motherf**er nobody bust it or touch it her fists hurt like a f**in' fight because she love it Packin' a Robert you can see me comin' like binoculars It's obvious Steppin' up on a motherf**in bead like a rhinocerous You ain't never stoppin' this is op INIS Undaground Choppers know you love the way that we be choppin' sh** Most of these n***as in the rap game nowadays are too average I don't give a f** about a lame n***a i'm a savage psychopathic telepathic Always know your next move cause you're telegraphic You ain't really bad that action i'ma make ya graphic Talkin' about'chya choppin' but'chyu mumblin' and stumblin' your words n***a give it up You can never get it like I get it bet'chu when I spit it that I k** it Somebody better tell them motherf**ers that the underground is livid (Verse 11: KD the Stranger) (Undaground choppers) Потом демоны оккупировали помыслы Темные ангелы были перебиты Дабы не было намека на проблески скорости (Die motherf**er, die motherf**er, die motherf**er) Эти стоны, преследовали меня по пятам, а не по годам Но поселился во мне кто-то С тех пор понимали все, что голоса эти задавали мне тон (I move with wicked sh**) Никогда не буду тем На кого выливали ДЕРЬ-МО Влезть в бой далеко не было проблемой Соперники могли пересчитать по пальцам шансы Это KD и вас перебили Потому да перебили и сжались ваши яйца Зря дебилы перебегали дорогу Потому готовы хоронить их заживо Каждый, тот страшный тип нас, пока вы пародировали Рисковали вы быть сожжены Даже мы встревали в этой воде, попадали Поломали мониторы (You ark and danger) Коли мы путями за победой пробегали Но вас опередил (KD the Stranger) (Undaground choppers) Then the demons invaded thoughts Dark Angels were k**ed So there was no hint of a glimmer of speed (Die motherf**er, die motherf**er, die motherf**er) These moans followed me closely, but not for years But he settled in me someone Since then we understand all that they asked me to vote tone (I move with wicked sh**) Never will the To whom poured sh-MO To get into the fight was far from being a problem Opponents can count on one hand the chances It KD and you k**ed Because yes k**ed and squeezed your balls In vain morons crosses the street Because ready to bury them alive Every type we have the terrible until you parodied You risked to be burned Even we get stuck in the water fall Broken monitors (You ark and danger) If we ran the ways to win But ahead of you (KD the Stranger) [Verse 12: Systamatik] Bringing it proper but I'm gonna drop it and chop on the beat A behemoth a monster my tongues a cleaver that's chopping through meat See me don't bother me I'm a demon you don't wanna meet officially illogical wanting to f**ing beef Anybody that want it can be the comical relief because I got me not a problem wit me stomping out your teeth Virtually unstoppable I'm pyrotechnological so beating me's impossible but come and try to see Enter in the mind of a motherf**ing G A hundred different personalities that wanna watch you bleed All of em are wicked and they all belong to me All of em in competition trying to supersede When I look into the mirror it isn't me. Who could it be? Another being that is made of every single evil deed and the speed and the heat I release when I speak got me walking this earth and implanting my seed Kick in it up here in klamath spitting the tongue of a savage flick in the tongue of dragon…. closing your casket Going for biggest and baddest. Flow with the sickest of patterns none of you b**hes gonna matter…. homie I gas it Off of the Richter is matik offer the skitz of a frantic out of the pills in my cabinet…. co*k it and blast it Only the wicked can back it tongue of a trigger demonic bath em in acid and ask em if they can match it [Verse 13: Bonez] Ain't nobody f**in' 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 b**h I f**in' doubt it chalk it up to denial I'm bad mothaf**er 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 b**hes out the gutter cause they pa**in' 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 f** 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 mothaf**in' track to murk So I pop another pill and get it back to work Cause ain't nobody f**in' 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 14: Cynical] Hitting them with the fully automatic, get them chattering No one better than Cameron, flip and then go bananas on them And I'm a melodic animatronic cannon be popping of a awful lot when I talk A madman, I'm a manic god damn it! Never to be defeated by my enemies I mean it How many people want to beat down to oblige? Got a knife in my side and I'm getting tunnel vision Got a chopper at my back competition not to much different from the mulch on the ground Woah woah slow it down, nah f** that bust back with a hundred rounds Giving it the minimal, I rip it apart you're pitiful Now how many men are gonna get beheaded by my pen and pad? I'm better than you, Ahead of the veterans dude! Only been chopping for a hear and I shredding you fools Gimme the bottom to pop the top and I'm ready to duel Gimme the mic and I'm knocking down your monopoly, BOOM! Making your homies run away, I'm gonna slay your whole crew They gonna prey to their maker, but b**h I done told you He can't stop me, I'm a beast on the next level Hell or heaven haven't seen the likes of me ever! Giving it all that I got Man I'm a dog, I beat it up There's a lot on my mind I can't control They've damned my soul!! (Verse 15: D.B.O.I) k**in it with these beats i love, no one in the universe can [?match it like the underground?] [??] I be takin out your blood faster than [??] makin' em go like "GOD DAMN!” when their heads off Makin it rain, drivin with a chainsaw [???] ?Spider-Man Figures? [???] god damn this b**h Flow [?] I'm rippin off his face [???] Detonate a C4, see who*e, see gore, this is real horror core A spark [???] [?Career point?] (Verse 16: Mizury) The bigga the figga the bigga the gorilla like godzilla Like a veteran packin a weapon and k**in when spittin this ammuniton Listen this sumb**h 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 k** it with the rhythm whole; never wit it minimal A k**a 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 f** 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 muthaf**a with lyrics comin to get it in deeper than ya f**in daughter I go harder then a automatic rappin in a fashion blastin on ba*tards 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 f** I hit em and they feel it cuz I'm a k**er 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 17: 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 s**s 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