[Verse 1: Chopra the Spitter]
Whenever I get chopping on the sickest instrumentals I feel like absorbing every high-hat
Every kick and every snare and these building compounds of the beat are forming all my lyrics that I'm spitting in the business sick ambition
I'm a physicist dismantling the core of whack rappers
Heading to the passenger seat - smashing your head in, let me take a second to figure out what is happening around me, loud beat plus ground heat, that means you are my bounty
Hunting down thesе motherfuckers on the globе, I kill 'em with precision then I lit 'em with ignition from my verse
Spitting it with clarity, you're seeing now the better me with flamethrowers like Infernape - I let the whole world burn
And my rap is stuck with the text 'bout drugs but I'll be stacking up, better I'll crack your knuckle, fuck drugs? Fuck thugs, I'm stuck on
Paths that have been leading to the reaching of my demise
Healing from these feelings now I see that I shall rise
From the bottom to the top, a lot of cringe kids on the block are killing it with the claims about the syllables per second
Matter of fact just chop, I don't care how fast you went, or if your bars are mad, you are in the past, you stan
Still in a predicament if killing is the business plan, I'm chilling with with illest men, I'm filling you with cinnamon, my millies are so diligent, acidic my minute, I'm peeling off your skin again
Kill with the rhythm
I'm a fucking UC villain
Genocide with verses on the microphone, I hit 'em with a little bit of venom and I gotta be the one
To be dropping LT9 Choppers 2 verse, I'm done

[Verse 2: RaTom]

[Hook: Muskrat]
(LT9 Choppers 2)
Everyone should fear us
(LT9 Choppers 2)
They should not come near us
(LT9 Choppers 2)
Consider your peers fucked
(LT9 Choppers 2)
You'll be turned to mere dust

[Verse 3: Ghosty Boi]

[Verse 4: Branx the King]

[Verse 5: DemonChief]

[Verse 6: Muskrat]
Muskrat
Coming on top when I bust raps
Got a level, you can't touch that
On a song with others, I'm a must-have
Ay man, I don't got fighting words
I'm just tryna teach someone a lesson
When rapping you may have to rewrite, then it's time to give the beat the Smith & Wesson
LT9 said I could rap about anything, so I had to show my cousin somethin'
If you're in your feelings and you wanna vent hop on a beat, it's better than saying nothin'
Loka, time to start rapping now
If you don't, you will act a clown
But tell me, how is that any different from how you're acting now?
I still manage to crack a smile
Comin' up outta the dark and I finna be fuckin' em up in a minimal effort
Somebody thinking they bringing it better than me, I'm not one to be severed
Bring a phenomenal rhythm when I'm in the booth
Grabbin' the mic and I'm gonna be spitting the truth
I'm equipped with the knowledge to take a win away from you
I'm one of the illest to make a knockout like pay-per-view
(LT9 Choppers 2)
Everyone should fear us
(LT9 Choppers 2)
They should not come near us
(LT9 Choppers 2)
Consider your peers fucked
(LT9 Choppers 2)
You'll be turned to mere dust

[Verse 7: LT9]
I got machetes for hands and my mouth spits automatic ammo
Everybody gather round, let's start the show
I've been down to hell and committed geno
Shout out to NR, for the hype all through the low
Now all eyes on me like my name was 173
Or I'll snap your neck and you'll never ever speak
Anybody who steps to me should be ready for when I go on a killing spree
Switching up to fast flow, that's gold
I'ma take you to the poles, that's cold
I've been enjoying life in the underground, don't bother dragging me onto the surface
Nah
It's weird how degenerates can actually be verified
While I'm waiting here for my talents to be recognized
And when I'm done, I'll murder another victim and frame you for the homicide
As I come around and stab them, pulling the trigger on my full auto, shaking them up a little with a concussion mine to the brain before delivering the final blow to the head, some people judge us way too quick and they aren't bothered to listen to all this in-depth stuff and just simply give this an F, and this has happened to me, as with the rest
All around the universe, quakes happen like a curse
Send you to the hospital, you'll be dead, don't need a nurse
I can be logical, or philosophical
Hydrochloric acid, spray you with the chemicals, and I'll
Cut their organs and yeet them in the dumpster, I'm heading over to their house to play hide and seek, the blade will cut through you, that's one way to end up on the ground, barely alive
And whenever I get added to any chopper series, I slay on the mic and give them a little scare
You know I love doing this, and just in case you forgot, one again, LT9 was here!

[Verse 8: Lil Kraezy]
Ripping and I'm tripping hopefully hoping
I gotta choking as my murder weapon
I'm like avatar I be water bending
Oh what's that I heard your method
I be killing every demon with it/
But when you're rapping that be sinnin'
I be spitting out these synonyms
Anybody could be chocking on butterscotch and cinnamon
And Now I'm pillaging I'm killin' shit, ain't nobody really with it
You're not ready to be really witty with it
I kill the shitty person and I hurt em and I heard em
But that makes them even worse so Imma have to put em underneath the dirt
To exterminate em I better face em and burn there face of the earth
Then you're gonna be featured on the chase but get all the wrong answers
Do you want me to spit a little faster
It's evident that I'm someone you're not better then
Oh look another white rapper lets compare him to Eminem
Do that again Imma send em into heaven then
What they gonna do they can't get anybody to be helping them
God didn't want em so they gonna decent
Devil didn't want em so there's no happy end
To much lyricism like cyberpunk it can not ren-
-der to the next bar on time
I'm coming to chop it back Imma spit my fucking rhymes
I'm murdering the wackest of rappers who call them fucker
Just to be quirky stop fucking twerking
You're lyrics aren't working
And I'm certainly certain of that while I'm asserting my dominance
I'm always chopping this, I'm always ripping that
While no-one gives a fuck about you because you're fucking wack

[Verse 9: Jayhawk]
Ya better be looking at me whenever I'm chopping it up and breaking it down as I'm packing a pistol on the side of my thigh and you gonna be ducking whenever I'm bucking the gun up into your motherfucking temple
So nobody better be thinking I'm taking a break or stepping away from the mic otherwise I'm gonna be playing with a rifle with a helluva lot of ammunition, I'm telling you bitches that I'm mental
Checking up on the competition and seeing nobody can compare
To the 'hawk as I'm catching 'em all like a Pokemon with red hair
Rapid dashing through the instrumental, no excusing the threadbare
Do you think I'd give a fuck if you couldn't bear
The truth of the matter being who's in the latter end of the conversation, rock the nation with a lit remix
Of one of the dopest beats in the cypher, heating up the building you reside in, studying linguistics
Like this country boy you're hearing now, get that I'm not ready to make nice like the Dixie Chicks
And I try my damnedest to make y'all understand that I'm proud of my roots and now I'll quickly switch
To make you understand now, despite a gallimaufry response over underdeveloped narcissistic dumbasses
Completely horrid, objecting penitence, penmanship extrapolating really stupid lines that won't amass shit
Thinking you're Rocky but you're actually cocky, overfilled with it, prolly coz ya pumped too much gas, it's
Why you could never stay relevant, here enters Jay, better than ever, your music sucks ass! (Bitch)
Somebody better never be thinking of bringing it better than me, so Im gonna be ripping out everybody's spine, so I'm gonna shine as I'm using a mic as a fully automatic and dropping
The bodies onto the side of the road as I'm rhyming on the beat and making sure the lyricism is immaculate and I'm fucking demolishing and topping
The flow coming off the top of the dome, yeah, that's what's poppin
So don't be fucking with any of us whenever we're chopping!