#EC8Contest

Intro:

Yo, I've been gone for a minute
And I feel like people have forgotten what I can do
It's time to jog the memory, let's get it

Verse:

Spat it over dos, fast with colder flows
Waking up out of my cycle of sleep and now lads are comatose
Natural, it shows
Everytime I'm on a beat, I murder the imstrumental you asses know your role
Rappers that are cheesier than provolone
Thinking they can hold their own
So test their mettle, I'm offering to go toe to toe
But I do an open invitation and they're always making a face straight out of Home Alone
Hey Echo, man it's really been a minute
Not really sure why I'm in this competition
I probably could've asked to get up on the track
Cause I've made it clear that, given the chance, I would kill it
The amount of occasions are numerous that I've been choking em up with the chopping of gods
So why do I even have to prove myself at this point
Maybe cause I feel the need to remind the community I'm capable of turning any track into a lit joint
Mean son of a bitch, when I machine gun it so quick
Imma leave a couple of kids, out to bleed under a bridge
Got the speed of a demon, you should heed any warning
Maybe pleed before the deed, see if it'll do the trick
But to no avail, gross details about broken male
Who is now where Heaven's at
I'll write an epic rap, and inscribe it as his epitaph
Doing it rapid, out of a habit, some might call it detrimental
But I be laughing, not gonna have it, we are going elemental
Bout to be getting the blood of a listener jittery
Freaking out with the adrenaline, shoot em all up with the natural high that chopping can provide
You better open wide, cause I flow like tides
With these bros of mine
Elemental Choppers 8, HA, you're in for a hell of a ride