[Intro]
(LEECHY!)
[Verse 1: Leechy Boi]
If he fuck with me? Foot to the pedal
Somewhere with the devil, I'm riding out, I never settle
They call me the rebel, I'm revelling
Levelling out motherfuckers, I'm a little bit petty
Ed Edd n Eddy, roll up with my brothers
They swinging the pipes, but nobody here plumbers
I live in the moment, I came from the gutter
I'm known for the sweeping, I clean for the lovе of it
Hit 'em with the shotty, watch me catch a body
Run up in thе lobby like "Bitch, where's the safe?"
Run up in the obby, thought he got me
But I found out where his mommy, like "Bitch, you isn't safe"
Ten toes down, stomp a basilisk
Motherfucker act right, you ain't this
If he wanna talk shit, he get hit
I don't even gotta drop the song to get bit
You toxic, you buggin, I call you a Weedle
I'm king in my area, Leechy B. Regal
They caught the LD, I'm a dose and it's lethal
I'm not know for comparing myself to the people
A lust for the music, it's very disturbing
I'm wrapping religiously, like it a turban
I'm layered, complex, you have one job you're hurting
Or lately your progress, you're only reverting
[Verse 2: DOWN6]
Automatic, know my flow is heavy
Feasting up on rappers like I work at Denny's
I been murdering like Dahmer, aim the gat at plenty
On your block, popped off, had a plot to penny
I been that killer on the instrumental, bitch better run now
Rise from the grave, psycho bitch, finna gun down
People in the city, finna treat it like a playground
Hunt 'em down, man, I'm finna feast like a grey hound
Straight up from the Hell when I'm ringing the fucking bells
Got the finest of all the verbs and they lyrically get impaled
When I'm hailing on any chopper that's stepping up to the plate
I wanna cause a double homicide, flows that I mutilate
Do you relate? Probably not, I been killing since elementary
They tried to keep me in - I'm escaping the penitentiary
I'm waiting at the gate, know that motherfucker is next to bleed
My destiny is slaughter, the bodies are laying next to me
Ain't nobody ready for the demon, gonna pull up on 'em with a Mac-11 when I get up in 'em with the lead, I'm finna stack another body like cattle
They don't really wanna face me, I murder when I'm in the battle
Take your fucking ligaments and smash 'em 'til they crackle
I'm blazing through eighty tombs, line 'em up, face your doom
Light up the matches, you know where the devil bloom
You done fucked up, I sure hope your fam prays for you
Always been known as a killer and crazy dude
[Verse 3: Evrglo]
Motherfuckers don't know what they rapping for, honestly
Mentally damaged, and physically probably
Lyrically, I am a prodigy, I'm a commodity
There is no stopping me, all of your faces are straining so comically
You are not solving me, stop it please
Raps are a mockery, I don't got cap, Super Mario Odyssey
Audibly garbage, I'm fucking astonished, the
Soul-keeping demon wreaking with diseases
Sneezes on you, bitch, Jesus piece conceited
Legendary, keep the peace until defeated
Cold as Winter season, known to kill the peace
No reason I'm rapping, the leash coming off
Pretend to be goth but you're facing the God
Of the dark and the hard with no fucking heart
These 20 AKs gonna peel you apart
Dearly departed, I'm not leaving properly
I diss you one time, so you get to doxing me?
You is an amateur, I rap this properly
You think you halted me? Bitch, I just started B
Me and the others, we going retarded
The best at this shat, so I know I'ma target
I'm smoking this shit with 6, bitch, we are sparking
And D 'boutta murk this track just like a Spartan, bitch
[Verse 4: DNA Tru Lyricist]
Kill 'em he did, like the Billy the Kid
And saying he didn't's like telling a million fibs
I kill 'em and ribs get put on the barbie
I hardly have entered the mid-
-dle of this cypher, but when I do
I set it off like kaboom
Got a mushroom cloud up in this room, ooh
Don't choke on the smoke, rappers hoping I won't roast 'em
Through the door of the booth, breaking the frame like Hulk Hogan
Poke holding my finger out at whoever sulking
Adios him when I'm hitting 'em with a Hadouken
Type material, when I type material it's tight material
Hit the lights and here we go, death-proof, leave 'em salty
Like white imperial type grains, when I swerve into they lane, a serial
Type killer, behind the wheel, you'll feel my flow
Or you can hate me 'til you die, you'll never kill my goals
N-Frost got me on the cypher, lil', I know
I'd be picking off rappers like Cotton Eye Joe
So where did you come from? Where did you go?
Are you dope enough to put it down, let everybody know
That you're up in the game and you came with the best and you're ready hit 'em dope
Lyricism, fear the wisdom coming outta my dome
[Verse 5: Johnny G]
Born in the dark, feel like Bane
I'm still a knight, call me Bale
Prone to raise Hell, might end up dead or in jail
Even in death, bitch, you know I'll prevail
I got the metal, I'm piercing your veil
Don't want this smoke, it's too much to inhale
This ain't a joke, run your mouth, get impaled
I'm making sure trains of thought get derailed
You got no chance, bitch, you already failed
Too late to squash it, kid, that ship been sailed
Unholy evil, I sip blood from grails
Why is your style so corny and stale?
Couldn't even feel it if you wrote it in Braille
No, you don't scare me, you're too fucking frail
Hell and damnation rain on you like hail
Crucify opps with my hammer and nails
Odds in my favor, I'm tipping the scales
I'll cut you down like a jeweller from Zale's
I sent the crazy train clean off the rails
Your bitches on me, they blow me like whales
No, I will not waste my time with details
'Bout time to go, hope you enjoyed my tales
I gotta dip, hit the dusty old trail
Aye, Johnny G
[Verse 6: offiz]
You motherfucking bitches ain't sicker than me
If you wanna deny that, you're unleashing a beast
But if you wanna act tough, I'll make you choke on the beef
'Cause all you motherfuckers ain't got nothing to eat
Like, if you wanna give it a try, I'll have your shit leaked
Wanna play with me, I'll make you mistreat
Bitch, I been the sickest in the industry
But all you motherfuckers living in the street
Bitch, I've been killing this shit, yeah, that's viciously
This isn't the best I do, I have abilities
I'll make sure that you will lose your dignity
Play with my flows, yeah, I got agility
Damn, all you little kids saying you finished me
'Cause motherfucker, I've been destroying all these fucking mini-me's
Wanna give it a try, then I'll rupture you all lyrically
'Cause if y'all tryna shit on this, then you're all my fucking enemies
Yeah, I'm on my killer shit, 'boutta just kill a bitch
Kill her friends too, then I'm finna finish this
Shitty ass bars? You know I'm just filling it
Also just feeling it, you vibing with schemings coming out of my semen
Then wrath is unleashing
Scroll down to the lyrics, and now you are reading
Just layer this up 'cause I'm killing my demons
'Cause I wanna clear my brain from all this screaming, feel it
[Verse 7: Jayhawk]
It's a mind-numbing experience to be able to co-exist with legends
So I'ma just be hoping to develop a sicker flow and rip the pen with
The sickest motherfuckers in the new wave
Who's to say that there ain't no way in Hell we'll end
The real lyrical shit, we won't go all grotesquely pretentious
Okay, so now that I'm here, all I need to do is sever throats
And y'all better know that my first victim, you'll never know
We render gold, hell, we're better than ever
Glow up, then you go, and become an undaground chopper
I may wanna suggest you not to become a jester, bro
I wanna know, and specify, at what cost you paid to have me laugh my ass off
Many times I've lost my mind, you thought finite of lyrics you left behind
And act like it's best bars on the motherfucking planets that everyone lives on
But every side has more to it than meets the eye
So see my blade running into your heart and make your ventricle tear a hole
[Verse 8: RaTom]
Fuck rapping, I'ma fuck rapping
I'ma pull up to a kindergarten and start selling addy
I give out loaded M9s to emo high school kids as a fucking normality
I'm a dumbass who beats his dad, I whooped his ass 'cause he told me I shouldn't rap
So I took a mic and shoved it down his throat
Just to prove that if he'd stepped to me, he'd fucking choke
I want attention, positive or negative
So I practise hanging myself with electric wires
And then invite everyone to my funeral by standing there handing out flyers
What a shock, hanging on by the rope to stay on top
And when I come back as a ghost, I'm going to conquer the entire world
I'll choke spirits to death in my afterlife and ask their body why they're under the weather
Kill the devil with a pocket knife and use his blood to write a rap with a feather
People say I live a terrible life, but for some reason, being me is a pleasure
I'll work 'til my net worth is so fucking high that everyone consider me a national treasure
[Verse 9: Lokamane]
Dark Cipher killing the mic, making the heat
We made it up, now we coming for the elite
SPS, hear it make your blood secrete
Made verse 1, then I pressed delete
Made something good, release it, no need
Undaground Returns, you gonna see it on your feed
Thought I'd suck but I'm just a different breed
Stay bad, bro, that was my creed
Broke it, now I've done the deed
SPS, nah, after this hear some speed
Glo over here smoking on that weed
Like, who is your mother, Riley Reid?
We made it up now, call us legends
Dedication we should have is in succession
Undaground Returns, to our eyes a blessing
I was going along that circumvision
Oh, what, you mad, you tread the line
Not my fault your music sounds dry
Dark Cipher has hit his new high
I promise you I'm not the bad guy
Build up a room in blue skies
Now let's go, the time fly by
Motherfucking hands up to the sky
Boom, headshot, hit the bullseye
[Verse 10: Chopra]
The eleventh installment, bunch of sick fellas for slaughter
I gotta tell 'em for starters, I will melt 'em to carcasses
What has been imbedded in my DNA has given me the energy
To be killing kids the lethal way, I seal their face, they flee 'cause
They have never given a fuck about true talent, I'm a legend with my sentences
Second I begin to spit, the fucking worlds stops moving
I'm so fluent with my tunes, it's fucking incredible, I sense this shit
How the beat is moving and I'm adapting to it
I got the heat infused, matter of fact, you're stupid
I just know by the way you're riding on the instrumental
Gotta be stabbing the motherfuckers
I don't really wanna be the one to be getting into any sort of peace agreement
Hip-Hop is going steep to feces, feeding all these motherfuckers beef
I leave the track, I'm out
[Verse 11: Branx]
Ihr seid am 'ängstlich stotternd' in der 'Ecke hocken'
Ich komme 'trocken lächelnd' an und 'breche knochen'
Diggah 'heavy knocker', fucking 'Gangsterboss man'
Ich gebe Befehle 'trenn den Kopf ab' vom 'närhsten Opfer'
Damals war ich 'Branx the Chopper' und nein, mit chopper
Mein ich keinen 'Helikopter' sondern jemanden der magic
Bringt wie 'Harry Potter' und immer eine überlegene Figur
Neben denen die Saugen hat-'Larry Lobster'
Meine lines sind Feinarbeit begreif dass einen
Vine zu riden einfach keine Challenge-für mich ist
Ich schreibe diese Scheiße weiterhin alleine
Feile an den Zeilen bis die Neider gleich ma
Kreidebleich erscheinen, denn sie erreichen
Dieses Level eines Meisters am Mic natürlich nicht
Da ich mich am steigern bin aber trotzdem die meisten lyrisch fick
Doch bleibt ausbaufähig wie ein Laufmauskäfig bitch
(LEECHY!)
[Verse 1: Leechy Boi]
If he fuck with me? Foot to the pedal
Somewhere with the devil, I'm riding out, I never settle
They call me the rebel, I'm revelling
Levelling out motherfuckers, I'm a little bit petty
Ed Edd n Eddy, roll up with my brothers
They swinging the pipes, but nobody here plumbers
I live in the moment, I came from the gutter
I'm known for the sweeping, I clean for the lovе of it
Hit 'em with the shotty, watch me catch a body
Run up in thе lobby like "Bitch, where's the safe?"
Run up in the obby, thought he got me
But I found out where his mommy, like "Bitch, you isn't safe"
Ten toes down, stomp a basilisk
Motherfucker act right, you ain't this
If he wanna talk shit, he get hit
I don't even gotta drop the song to get bit
You toxic, you buggin, I call you a Weedle
I'm king in my area, Leechy B. Regal
They caught the LD, I'm a dose and it's lethal
I'm not know for comparing myself to the people
A lust for the music, it's very disturbing
I'm wrapping religiously, like it a turban
I'm layered, complex, you have one job you're hurting
Or lately your progress, you're only reverting
[Verse 2: DOWN6]
Automatic, know my flow is heavy
Feasting up on rappers like I work at Denny's
I been murdering like Dahmer, aim the gat at plenty
On your block, popped off, had a plot to penny
I been that killer on the instrumental, bitch better run now
Rise from the grave, psycho bitch, finna gun down
People in the city, finna treat it like a playground
Hunt 'em down, man, I'm finna feast like a grey hound
Straight up from the Hell when I'm ringing the fucking bells
Got the finest of all the verbs and they lyrically get impaled
When I'm hailing on any chopper that's stepping up to the plate
I wanna cause a double homicide, flows that I mutilate
Do you relate? Probably not, I been killing since elementary
They tried to keep me in - I'm escaping the penitentiary
I'm waiting at the gate, know that motherfucker is next to bleed
My destiny is slaughter, the bodies are laying next to me
Ain't nobody ready for the demon, gonna pull up on 'em with a Mac-11 when I get up in 'em with the lead, I'm finna stack another body like cattle
They don't really wanna face me, I murder when I'm in the battle
Take your fucking ligaments and smash 'em 'til they crackle
I'm blazing through eighty tombs, line 'em up, face your doom
Light up the matches, you know where the devil bloom
You done fucked up, I sure hope your fam prays for you
Always been known as a killer and crazy dude
[Verse 3: Evrglo]
Motherfuckers don't know what they rapping for, honestly
Mentally damaged, and physically probably
Lyrically, I am a prodigy, I'm a commodity
There is no stopping me, all of your faces are straining so comically
You are not solving me, stop it please
Raps are a mockery, I don't got cap, Super Mario Odyssey
Audibly garbage, I'm fucking astonished, the
Soul-keeping demon wreaking with diseases
Sneezes on you, bitch, Jesus piece conceited
Legendary, keep the peace until defeated
Cold as Winter season, known to kill the peace
No reason I'm rapping, the leash coming off
Pretend to be goth but you're facing the God
Of the dark and the hard with no fucking heart
These 20 AKs gonna peel you apart
Dearly departed, I'm not leaving properly
I diss you one time, so you get to doxing me?
You is an amateur, I rap this properly
You think you halted me? Bitch, I just started B
Me and the others, we going retarded
The best at this shat, so I know I'ma target
I'm smoking this shit with 6, bitch, we are sparking
And D 'boutta murk this track just like a Spartan, bitch
[Verse 4: DNA Tru Lyricist]
Kill 'em he did, like the Billy the Kid
And saying he didn't's like telling a million fibs
I kill 'em and ribs get put on the barbie
I hardly have entered the mid-
-dle of this cypher, but when I do
I set it off like kaboom
Got a mushroom cloud up in this room, ooh
Don't choke on the smoke, rappers hoping I won't roast 'em
Through the door of the booth, breaking the frame like Hulk Hogan
Poke holding my finger out at whoever sulking
Adios him when I'm hitting 'em with a Hadouken
Type material, when I type material it's tight material
Hit the lights and here we go, death-proof, leave 'em salty
Like white imperial type grains, when I swerve into they lane, a serial
Type killer, behind the wheel, you'll feel my flow
Or you can hate me 'til you die, you'll never kill my goals
N-Frost got me on the cypher, lil', I know
I'd be picking off rappers like Cotton Eye Joe
So where did you come from? Where did you go?
Are you dope enough to put it down, let everybody know
That you're up in the game and you came with the best and you're ready hit 'em dope
Lyricism, fear the wisdom coming outta my dome
[Verse 5: Johnny G]
Born in the dark, feel like Bane
I'm still a knight, call me Bale
Prone to raise Hell, might end up dead or in jail
Even in death, bitch, you know I'll prevail
I got the metal, I'm piercing your veil
Don't want this smoke, it's too much to inhale
This ain't a joke, run your mouth, get impaled
I'm making sure trains of thought get derailed
You got no chance, bitch, you already failed
Too late to squash it, kid, that ship been sailed
Unholy evil, I sip blood from grails
Why is your style so corny and stale?
Couldn't even feel it if you wrote it in Braille
No, you don't scare me, you're too fucking frail
Hell and damnation rain on you like hail
Crucify opps with my hammer and nails
Odds in my favor, I'm tipping the scales
I'll cut you down like a jeweller from Zale's
I sent the crazy train clean off the rails
Your bitches on me, they blow me like whales
No, I will not waste my time with details
'Bout time to go, hope you enjoyed my tales
I gotta dip, hit the dusty old trail
Aye, Johnny G
[Verse 6: offiz]
You motherfucking bitches ain't sicker than me
If you wanna deny that, you're unleashing a beast
But if you wanna act tough, I'll make you choke on the beef
'Cause all you motherfuckers ain't got nothing to eat
Like, if you wanna give it a try, I'll have your shit leaked
Wanna play with me, I'll make you mistreat
Bitch, I been the sickest in the industry
But all you motherfuckers living in the street
Bitch, I've been killing this shit, yeah, that's viciously
This isn't the best I do, I have abilities
I'll make sure that you will lose your dignity
Play with my flows, yeah, I got agility
Damn, all you little kids saying you finished me
'Cause motherfucker, I've been destroying all these fucking mini-me's
Wanna give it a try, then I'll rupture you all lyrically
'Cause if y'all tryna shit on this, then you're all my fucking enemies
Yeah, I'm on my killer shit, 'boutta just kill a bitch
Kill her friends too, then I'm finna finish this
Shitty ass bars? You know I'm just filling it
Also just feeling it, you vibing with schemings coming out of my semen
Then wrath is unleashing
Scroll down to the lyrics, and now you are reading
Just layer this up 'cause I'm killing my demons
'Cause I wanna clear my brain from all this screaming, feel it
[Verse 7: Jayhawk]
It's a mind-numbing experience to be able to co-exist with legends
So I'ma just be hoping to develop a sicker flow and rip the pen with
The sickest motherfuckers in the new wave
Who's to say that there ain't no way in Hell we'll end
The real lyrical shit, we won't go all grotesquely pretentious
Okay, so now that I'm here, all I need to do is sever throats
And y'all better know that my first victim, you'll never know
We render gold, hell, we're better than ever
Glow up, then you go, and become an undaground chopper
I may wanna suggest you not to become a jester, bro
I wanna know, and specify, at what cost you paid to have me laugh my ass off
Many times I've lost my mind, you thought finite of lyrics you left behind
And act like it's best bars on the motherfucking planets that everyone lives on
But every side has more to it than meets the eye
So see my blade running into your heart and make your ventricle tear a hole
[Verse 8: RaTom]
Fuck rapping, I'ma fuck rapping
I'ma pull up to a kindergarten and start selling addy
I give out loaded M9s to emo high school kids as a fucking normality
I'm a dumbass who beats his dad, I whooped his ass 'cause he told me I shouldn't rap
So I took a mic and shoved it down his throat
Just to prove that if he'd stepped to me, he'd fucking choke
I want attention, positive or negative
So I practise hanging myself with electric wires
And then invite everyone to my funeral by standing there handing out flyers
What a shock, hanging on by the rope to stay on top
And when I come back as a ghost, I'm going to conquer the entire world
I'll choke spirits to death in my afterlife and ask their body why they're under the weather
Kill the devil with a pocket knife and use his blood to write a rap with a feather
People say I live a terrible life, but for some reason, being me is a pleasure
I'll work 'til my net worth is so fucking high that everyone consider me a national treasure
[Verse 9: Lokamane]
Dark Cipher killing the mic, making the heat
We made it up, now we coming for the elite
SPS, hear it make your blood secrete
Made verse 1, then I pressed delete
Made something good, release it, no need
Undaground Returns, you gonna see it on your feed
Thought I'd suck but I'm just a different breed
Stay bad, bro, that was my creed
Broke it, now I've done the deed
SPS, nah, after this hear some speed
Glo over here smoking on that weed
Like, who is your mother, Riley Reid?
We made it up now, call us legends
Dedication we should have is in succession
Undaground Returns, to our eyes a blessing
I was going along that circumvision
Oh, what, you mad, you tread the line
Not my fault your music sounds dry
Dark Cipher has hit his new high
I promise you I'm not the bad guy
Build up a room in blue skies
Now let's go, the time fly by
Motherfucking hands up to the sky
Boom, headshot, hit the bullseye
[Verse 10: Chopra]
The eleventh installment, bunch of sick fellas for slaughter
I gotta tell 'em for starters, I will melt 'em to carcasses
What has been imbedded in my DNA has given me the energy
To be killing kids the lethal way, I seal their face, they flee 'cause
They have never given a fuck about true talent, I'm a legend with my sentences
Second I begin to spit, the fucking worlds stops moving
I'm so fluent with my tunes, it's fucking incredible, I sense this shit
How the beat is moving and I'm adapting to it
I got the heat infused, matter of fact, you're stupid
I just know by the way you're riding on the instrumental
Gotta be stabbing the motherfuckers
I don't really wanna be the one to be getting into any sort of peace agreement
Hip-Hop is going steep to feces, feeding all these motherfuckers beef
I leave the track, I'm out
[Verse 11: Branx]
Ihr seid am 'ängstlich stotternd' in der 'Ecke hocken'
Ich komme 'trocken lächelnd' an und 'breche knochen'
Diggah 'heavy knocker', fucking 'Gangsterboss man'
Ich gebe Befehle 'trenn den Kopf ab' vom 'närhsten Opfer'
Damals war ich 'Branx the Chopper' und nein, mit chopper
Mein ich keinen 'Helikopter' sondern jemanden der magic
Bringt wie 'Harry Potter' und immer eine überlegene Figur
Neben denen die Saugen hat-'Larry Lobster'
Meine lines sind Feinarbeit begreif dass einen
Vine zu riden einfach keine Challenge-für mich ist
Ich schreibe diese Scheiße weiterhin alleine
Feile an den Zeilen bis die Neider gleich ma
Kreidebleich erscheinen, denn sie erreichen
Dieses Level eines Meisters am Mic natürlich nicht
Da ich mich am steigern bin aber trotzdem die meisten lyrisch fick
Doch bleibt ausbaufähig wie ein Laufmauskäfig bitch
( offiz )
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