[Verse 1: D-Loc]
I'm a lyrical mass murderer, n***a you heard of the Gilla
N***a, we chopping n***as like guillotines
N***a, leavin' 'em n***as up in the river for fuckin' with me
A n***a don't give a fuck, I be in your dreams
N***a, I'm so homicidal when I come through bustin' like a rifle
N***a don't give a fuck about none of you n***as
Half of the muthafuckin' n***as that rappin', they idle
N***a like Locsta The Vulture comin' in
From the belly of the muthafuckin' beast, n***a
Comin' through with the nine millimeter, on my life, n***a
Don't even trip off of nothin' n***a peelin' your cap
Off in the back of you pussy n***as ain't nothin' black
N***a like the guillotine in a ho and I run up on you
I hit you up with the motherfuckin' lyrical trigger
N***a like the Locsta leavin' n***as right in the river
Talkin' this shit on them n***as, I be makin' 'em quiver
N***a they disappear when I come through with the thang at your face
N***a like Locsta The Vulture I'm runnin' the race
And I'm tellin' you n***as you pussy n***as gonna erase
N***a when I hit you in your face
You fuckin' with Guillotine, all of my n***as we scrilla fiends
We in your dreams, we reppin the fuckin' trigga mane
N***a leavin' two in your liver, n***a now makin' 'em shiver
Throwin' 'em n***as and I'm makin' 'em feel the pain
N***a my n***as is real, wrappin' 'em up in cellophane
And takin' your bitch and takin' your dame
Takin' your chain n***a takin' all of your change
You n***as up in the range, they got my n***as doin' thangs
Wouldn't be givin' a fuck, me and my n***as we
Comin' up out of the cut, bustin' up out of the cut
Smokin' and chokin' you pussy n***as like a blunt
N***a you n***as ain't nothin' to me, yo, gettin' up
[Verse 2: Hurricane]
Look at the cannibal chopper and I be using the breath really quick and insane
I know that we could be braking your back cause we get em together we go with the plan
Rapping then kill em and murder the people that try to re-live in the soup in my hand
The lyrical general never equivalent spitters, I’m blowing I puff on their name
Killing them up with the bullet so we could at least pop the 50 kill of a lame
Making the poppers that filled with a quicke that threw hitless figures that popping the same
Making your bodies a part of the scheme and they pull it be time the people get the pain
Bagging your body with multiple shots and we leave it all bloody get outta the game
Chopping like a chainsaw blade
Every time I see a mic I’m like a hand grenade
Pull the pin and let me go I’ma bomb this place
Turn it into rubble like a Flintstone name
Ain’t nobody really dealing with that n***a from the Midwest
Hardest motherfucker outta strange I’m a death threat
Worth more than every fucking thing like a blank check
Do a track with crucified then I get my respect
Pack it in with that shit they got me back in on some jump street
Ripping like brotha lynch and eat em up like lunch meat
I could put a whole fucking album out in one week
Shoot it up to Canada and flew across the country
Paid a couple dollars to re-invest and I go again
Hunk up with my n***as from the town and we in the wind
Pop up in the bank racked up, with an evil grin
Ready to give em that murder treatment I ain’t putting nothing in
[Hook: Lil Cru]
I chop it
I chop it
I chop it, I chop it
I chop it
I chop it
I chop it, I chop it
I chop it, bitch

[Verse 3: JL]
Ay, let me get the shit inhibit
Who listen to ever doubt us, the difference
You get a glimpse of the realest but then my patterns of ignorance
You could say you illest, I don’t agree with your sentiments
Them against me and mine, I'll be standing here when it finishes
You don’t make any sense and you not of any significance
Listen I got 'em tense, president on the premises
Limitless with the pen, it ain't pretty, I won't pretend it is
Gotta be honest yo, if I was to read the lyrics you writing
You saying nothing that I would ever consider exciting
Reciting all of them lines on the mic, you not even tight
And you extra light, you don’t measure in height and I nevermind 'em
Wildin' like they don’t know, I don’t wanna [?] recognize 'em
They rhyming they corny flow and I know I can criticize them
Weak, when I speak advising 'em, take a seat
Collide when I break 'em down with a round
Through the heat, with the empty rhetoric
Nothing really but a bunch of bullshit
Got a full list I could read, instead I brought a full clip
Big appetite, a skinny n***a but I don’t get full quick
Got your bitch in pocket, she pop it, should've get the poolstick
Make a bull sick at the sight of the pool of blood
Pull the rug from up under you, running into a thug, get a slug
Better lean, I clap your team and then set up shop
No love, grab your things and trap your queen like I'm Fetty Wap
Never stop, look I'm irregular and will whatever bruh
Forever locking on the chedder duh and never letting up
I'm clever, plotting on ahead of ya, I'm like America
A bully with a fully automatic and I'm darin' ya
Try me n***a, highly likely I'ma catch a body, not a hobby
Kill a beat, I'm writing like Illuminati members
Who be pushing agendas on this mic
I'm a menace, I never let up relentless
When it come to handling business n***a yeah
[Verse 4: King ISO]
Ain't nobody really want it with a n***a
Ain't nobody fucking with the Brain, I'm 'bout to chop a n***a like a fully automatic bucking at you n***as, come and get it n***a
Everybody wanna do the chopper but I'm supersonic when I do be rhyming
N***a you can try to be one of us n***a
First you gotta keep up with a n***a
Dump on a n***a
Run with a killa
Chew him, better get him stuffed in a river
Bunch of gorillas
Buck a n***a down and eat 'em up like a Lunchable n***a
Fuck what you n***as talking 'bout, I'm 'bout to hop in a whip with a bad bitch
Popping the clip in a Magnum
And a bitch is 'bout to swallow a n***a this fat dick
I'm in the middle of madness
Too many n***as be trying to get rid of me
N***a you kidding me, sipping a fifth of the Hennessy
Enemies really be into me, n***a you feeling me
N***a be talking 'bout murderin', ain't nobody ever heard of him
I get to burning 'em, whoever be on that killa shit
Y'all n***as never be who you pretending to be
N***a the reason I'm 'bout to be murdering n***as and serving these n***as and putting 'em all up on a platter like it was a burger my n***a
You don't really want it with ISO, I'm psycho like Michael
My big homie, you kids funny, got clips on me and I ain't talking 'bout ones that hold iPhones
N***a I'm on some other shit, better watch who you fuckin' with
I cut a wrist like Brotha Lynch, put her in the oven with the oven mitts
I'm one sick son of a bitch, no regards for no government
I kill a n***a then cut him then chew 'em up just like Doublemint
I'm brazy, you lazy, fugazi, who pay these n***as attention
You trippin', blood I am too different
When I run up, with the gun tucked
Put it to his head like dump dump
N***a really had me fucked up
On Brainsick you missin', n***a listen
I know I don't really give a fuck about these bitch-ass n***as if these n***as ain't reppin' my team
Stepping to me you better hope that he praying to Jesus when he get his deck in this beam
This Brainsick, we gangstas, you fake n***a, you ain't shit
I aim this, it'll only take one second to squeeze
Ridin' with my killas, you n***as don't want nothing to do with that, let me take a second to breathe

[Verse 5: Crucified]
I be killing the wicked and wicked and making it frigid their thinking the body gets bad
I’m braking the bigger go figure if you get that tough
I done braking it but that was bouta get my apocalypse
Bigger the pussy bigger the balls
And I’m ripping the face of a sinner while top of the top of the bicep
But they didn’t do what their making worse
Pause it I’m rigid and look at this somebody thinking their positive
Pause it up brake it then pass it up
Making the death of the minute can’t they fuck right get the party but if you wanna pay
I’m gonna by shooting the victim the sinner
But then the devil had foot up on top of the Valery Chevrolet
Get up put that foot up packing the sicker and the end I’m dead
And if lawyer be like I’m a goner
But then there will be love from cause I’ma stutter
But then I’ma get it but then that’d be old
The fact their fucking with crucified
I wonder if I can hit that but that
But that seem to be daily by daily by daily by daily
But totally confident
Bite them and then they’ll be cold and basically I’ma come back with the soldiers
Whenever target laying let em be but I’m bringing a pack and taking the feet off
For braking the buck and I fuck up what they say they bet they can
Bet they can fuck it up
Freaking I’m screaming like a demon I believe in what I be in
Am I dreaming no falling asleep
Topping up out of a coffin I'm breaking 'em off when I'm passing the beat
But I'm like a zombie when bringing the meat
And if they wanna come try me I’m bringing the heat
I’m bringing em all full of vicodins thinking of spiking us making the bucket then bleed
Better get ready sirens
Come up and get up on side us
Better be on your feet
Now pray to god pile us could of emitted a virus they cannot put to sleep
I’ll stay up and fight this
Leave for the wicked virus somebody get the beat
Now bringing the pipe up looking at who picked the pipe up
Making the viper cheap
And nobody hyper look at me get the hype up bringing the pitcher Lee
When they wanna talk about the choppers I pop up like out of a dream
I’m making the money
I’m making it proper
I’m making the pocket and taking the beam
Taking the talk about the focus they bogus
I’m bouta be green
And the NBT's my city I’m killing off everything
Where’s my team
I’m unfadeable, fuck with it I’m a king
Riding clean when I’m rolling around I'm on evergreen
Better recognise the fame that I’m gaining up in the game
When I came in to spit the flame
When the Crucified’s on the beat

[Hook: Lil Cru]
I chop it
I chop it
I chop it, I chop it
I chop it
I chop it
I chop it, I chop it
I chop it, bitch