Choppin’ 101

[Verse 1: Playboy The Beast]
Yo, ask anybody, I'm an ape, I'm an animal
Goin' apeshit like I ate eight Adderall
A typical American, I'm out to bury arrogant
Apparently causin' terror, compare me to the admiral
Clenched fist but it feels like a cannibal
Maniacal manic, a nigga 'bout to go hysterical
Welcome to the underground, this'll be your burial
Empirial, you rappers are inferior, period
Put the fear in ya, bury ya underneath of the pyramid
Disappear from all the livin' and feel my [?]
Fuckin' with me, man, he can't be serious
'Cause everybody knows if they keep fuckin' what the devil bring
Then I'ma stab 'em in the head with a pencil
Flow is elementary, surpassin' your potential
Tell 'em "Get up on my level", I'm makin' 'em kiss the barrel
I don't understand why this mummy fucking with the pharoah
Mark of The Beast like your life is now in peril
Untie your parents, undress, send 'em back to the [?]
Tell 'em to be careful, I'm dippin' into the barrels
And poison 'em when I kill, I'm drinkin' they bone marrow
Pedal to the metal, I'm cruisin' in my Camaro
Slayer plays on the stereo while I ride through the ghetto
Niggas lookin' at me like I'm out my mind and I am mental
There's a demon inside of me and he fiends for instrumentals
I am evil, the evil eats, I commit a monumental
Diabolic flow, every bar is detrimental
I'm a Murder Musick ryder and it ain't coincidental
Don't meddle, I never settle, I'm better now more than ever
They heads are gonna get severed, their bodies buried like treasure
Bitch, I'm 'bout to blow like I'm constant to the pressure
And I'm feastin' on the competition like I'm Hannibal Lector
Say my name six times, all that bet that I'ma get ya

[Instrumental]

[Verse 2: Big Shot]
I don't play boy, I'm gunnin' for the throne
Got my scope when tunnel vision is over
Shut up and listen on 'fore I let all of them drones bang
Feelin' like a rockstar
Spittin' and kickin' only the mock bars
Trippin' a victim out of a backyard
And givin' them motherfuckers a wet floor (Yeah)
Sick of the minimum from the criminals hopin' to get a little bit of love (Why?)
Stealin' this shank, I'm a one-of-a-kind
Get the mind, sick side, drawin' lines in blood
When I dribble the venom from up inside of my pen
Another page and let it soak in (Why?)
Hopin' that these spells will bring the Hell to life like the gate is smashed open
Don't trip when I gotta go get
What I want and won't slip, fuck a lot of bullshit
They hate and try to to say to trick the population
Thinkin' that we cannot be capable of a switchblade
Like mentality cuttin' through the B.S. (Yes)
Hyper, gotta be just to be fresh (Yes)
[High mentality?] with the high velocity
Rifle-like delivery when the trigger gets pressed (Blow!)
Big Shot with the headshot, takin' heads off
With the precise aim, let their minds stain
I'm the type to just spray up a room like a Bug Bomb
Better run dawg, 'fore you get brain (Yeah)
My tools that I use for a weapon
Sick-Sick-Sick-Sick Musick infection
Chews through your flesh then moves to the next
This [hazel-like?] blade, boy, you losin' your breath