Bloody Choppers 2 by Chopra The Spitter Lyrics
[Verse 1: Lucas TDD 999]
(LT9) Better get ready for the murder, it’s the Bloody Choppers 2
Looking around, there’s nobody coming near me, I’ve murdered people and been on the news
My style is real deadly, it’ll knock the people of their feet and burn them in the booth
Chopra invited me, now I’m coming to kill the track, with all these sick people too
Come and beg for mercy but you know when Lucas TDD 999 is on the mic, there will always be deaths
I’m a beast, and whatever you say won’t stop me from incinerating the track, you’re lying on your death bed
Hella insane, when I’m microscopic and tearing at your membranes, bringing the intense pain
I’ma bust all your arteries and veins, lyricism intricate, I fly like a rocket, I don’t need no plane
Blood is red
My veins are blue
You’ll be writhing and shrieking in agony once we’re done with you
But I would continue rhyming and grinding on the track until my tonsils split
Give me the microphone, and I promise I will shred it, I’m not the best, but rest assured, I’ma kill this
Whatever the frick you’re doing isn’t gonna stop us, not when we’re coming with another hit
And when I lay your body down, they’re gonna dig it up and try resurrecting your spirit
Hit them with the venom from the ricochet, leaving them completely paralyzed, they won’t be able to move, and that’s when we’re coming to finish them off
Digging in their brain and bringing the pain, you can’t stop the train, but the ending’s always just the same, no gain
Draw your last eternal breath as I make this it and end off everything, grabbing a bag full off bullets, loading my fully automatic and pulling the trigger, bringing the same thing
Murdering the villains and haters who claim to do 40 SPS, it’s just insane
I do it to please you all, when I’m spitting it at a high speed
I’m not like those who like to show off, for a verse reliant on speed, there’s no need
Now I gotta go find a can of peroxide, and mop up all the blood, cleaning up the scene of the murder
Me and the crew, we finished you off, we’re the formidable group of the Bloody Choppers
(LT9 was here)
[Verse 2: Peaciedy/Branx]
Entscheidungen werden mit der Axt gefällt, obs euch gefällt oder nicht
Wenn ich es wirklich mal will, choppe ich schneller als Licht
Massaker Madafaka, ich zücke ein Messer und steche euch ab
Massengraberschaffender Killer ich hab eure Leben in meiner Hand
Ich zeichne mich von anderen ab- Tracer
Nennt mich Eraser/a razor
Denn ich radiere hier mit Rasierklingen Hater aus
Ich bin wie ne Vampierfledermaus
Ich kann immer zubeißen doch wenn jemand zurückbeißt bricht eine Pandemie aus
Die jetzige Szene besteht aus Rappern die technisch auf jeder Ebene den Rappern die mich umgeben unterlegen sind und trotzdem bewegen sie die Fäden ekelerregend
Sie denken sie wären die besten doch haben dann keine Ahnung von irgendwas
Ich ficke die Madafaka denn ich bin sick and wicked und komme und kicke die deepsten Bars mit tiefen Bass
Wenn ich mal groß werde dann durch miese Bars und keinen Riesenarsch wie die Minage
Mein Reimschema so kompliziert würde man die Reime farbig markieren könnte man meinen ich hab 6ix9ine's Haarstyle kopiert
Im Garten zwischen lilanem Flieder werden wieder und wieder Lieder wie Viva la Dealer von Shishagenießern auf nem Liter Tequilla gespielt, da schieß ich sie nieder hinterlass bei dem Anschlag 0 Zeugen
Denn bei solcher Mukke muss ich Parties überfahren wie beim Abschlag im Golfen
Heutzutage denken viele Raptexte müssen keine Bedeutung haben
Ich kille Deutschrapplagen
Lasse ihr Blut fließen, bis es auf die Straße hinausläuft wie Räumungsklagen
Es ist floofy cushion, hacke deine Beine ab und mach aus ihnen Nudelsuppe
[Verse 3: Chopra the Spitter]
Ethanol perpetually engulfing you in flames
Cannibalistic rituals be taking bodies out of graves
Cutting around your livers to be making a sacrifice
This is Bloody Choppers 2 I'm hacking the wacks aside
Establishing a business from the fact the I'm spitting the fastest to be pissing them off
Like a tree up in the shadows in the park the fucking bullterrier is chewing on your flesh like Luca
Magnotta STOP!
I'm confused no mumbling in this verse
Burying your criticism in a fucking hearse
Tell the motherfuckers they are lucky they aren't cursed
Lyricism hurts
Modern Warfare Warzone weapon withered
Womanizer taking out some vocabularies like a randomizer
Chopping it ahead of them with motherfucking veterans
Enabling my skills, motherfucker Imma rise up
Burn the motherfuckers in the booth
Poseidon crying as there's nothing he can do
Certainly that Imma rip it
Upside down so ya'll confused gonna be diminishing you
Primitive chopping I pop in the coffin no problems just possibly nonsense
Apocalypse philosophy is it to talk till you're retarded
Murder everybody with the tools from my shed
And the second I begin to spit it Lucifer's head
Is emerging from the darkness cryptic
Messages appearing on the wall try to
Decipher it inflicting you with COVID-2
Better known as BLOODY CHOPPERS 2
[Verse 4: Official Swago]
BC2 vai al pc tu e entra su YouTube fatti un giro que
I migliori rapper megilo di voi checche
Succhiate come zecche andremo sul TG
Siamo spitter famo linee dritte capisci
Senza skitte tu hai uno script perche fai
La stessa arte da due anni a questa parte
Ma non e arte e solo shit
Sorvolo corloro che rodono sono solo ma
Autonomo no homo autoctono non ho
Molto bro borbotto solo se odo i tuoi poi
Morto boh a occhio oppio
Vi storpio con l'occhio di Mordor occhio
Sono sotto a voi vi porto in borsa e come
Vincerla al lotto lotto non nel senso l'otto
Quello ha rotto
Credi veramente di poter fare di piu
Rispetto a cio che scrivo ti faccio capire
Subito che ci metto l'impegno perche non
Perdo tempo sono svelto come il vento
Per quanto riguarda la mia musica sono
Davvero malato percio chi mi sta vicino
Molto spesso lo contagio
Si era un cit sul beat tu pit io it questa hit
Perche il nick non conta faccio baraonda
Senti la mia onda in cui la tua gang sprofonda ha!
Chopra l'ha detto noi l'abbiamo fatto
Transformando l'astratto in un calcio nel
Fianco ci senti sei bianco manco un artico
Siamo in ballo io rappo apposto
Hai sentito il pezzo e ti abbiamo marchiato
Nella luce mi guida il maestro Battiato
[Verse 5: .Archer]
Rap with high syllables
Forever unkillable
Epileptic visual
Quickest unhitable
Killer with highest damage at minimal
Highly despicable
Won't settle for getting ridiculed
I won't take your shit lightly
You think you're top dog, then come bite me
Or back down if you wanna do the right thing
Don't waste your time on devising
I can see through all your disguising
When I shoot off all my arrows, I'll still kill with rhyming
I'm on a killing spree, and I can never stop smiling
When it comes to blood
It's addictive as a drug
I'm obsessed with bleeding, and I'll cut myself for fun
I'll hunt down all my enemies, they all got 20 seconds for them to run
If a victim is dead by arrows, don't think twice about if I did it
I'll leave my own insignia, so you can know I hit em
I do it for the memez
Don't care if they die because I'm bored
I'll set them up to heat
Hurt them slow, and they will never be restored
I hope you understand how much I like to slaughter
But if you really knew then you'd get blown right out the water
Now it's time to prove the reason I am on a chopper
I can spit with clarity and speed, becoming a real monster
I'm not godly, but you'll get down on one knee, when I will make you beg and plea
Going on a killing spree, taking out all of the bitches in the industry
I got the rythem armory, looking at the history, victory is all I see, when I become the legend of real savagery
Turning anyone who faces me into a mockery, this is a record setter so don't take it lightly, although to me, it's easy, don't need lungs I speak airlessly, relentlessly causing anarchy, with a smile on my face like I didn't just set off the artillery, call in the calvary
Cuz it's gonna take an army to face me, this is spoken with clarity so you don't cockingly belittle my authority
I defy destiny, when I touch the mic you will see, sit down and watch me defy gravity, as I spit with divinity, I am doubtlessly one of the fastest rappers in reality, when I create my new realm of possibility
[Verse 6: Weeaboo/Weeb Xo]
Gripping the tools
Giving it to the miniscule
Leaving em drooping when the pistol and the missile blew
Have their attention "drew" when the pencil move
Picking apart their mental when I get the metal through
Impetent, imminent
And my intellect been a threat
I stay hitting em with the pen
Really none of em can compete
Finna go and jump in the ring
Feeling like a beast, off of the leash
They be thinking they really are me
My power level infinity
Goku, I came with that energy
I Stay punching on the enemies
They like "who is this?"
I don't know but I'm feeling like a fucking lunatic when I'm coming up with the flow-
Syllables
Breaking their bones
Shaking their temple
Taking the ammo
Bringing the pole, letting it go
Reticules popping your skull
If you think you're better must be sipping the lean or sniffing the coke
Filling your nose
Taking the scope
Aim with the pull
If you're tryna go in to screw with I then you're suicidal
Psycho/Cynical mixed -
Kinging these hoes
Step to the throne
Then I'm filling em with holes from the lyrical blows, these bitches pitiful
So stop
Bouta take control
All these bitches on (shrooms)
I'ma go (bananas) with them (shells) sliding on your streets
When I Skrrrrrrrr on em
Light em up more than Rainbow Road
I'm finna go slay your hoe
Taking a second to break all my limits
I'm finna go and then bust em
Taking the clip and blowing their brain
Then finna go fuck on their bitch stuntin
They be there thinking they wanna come in it I'm about go hit em leaving em nothing
Aiming the rockets when I cock it better get to running for cover
The microphone with the trigger
Pulling it, spitting bullets
I'm bout the action
Not that fucking "shoulda woulda coulda"
I keep that stick like Avatar
(Air) it out when I (bend) it
Dropping the flames like I'm Zuko
Digging em then I'ma go up in em
Bouta go get the win and
People been getting battered up all on they're top whatchu gon' do when I'm sent assaulting and getting em
You know what I love, making em go above when the choppa spitting
(Decking) em all when I'm coming up on the "written"
They're thinking they wanna go do it when it comes to dueling
Bouta go in you know when it comes to it
I gotta do it, I gotta get it
People be thinking they're better but they know I'm going up to the top independent you know what is up when i'm getting em
I be fully loaded, I'm going above
And I'm about to go in do this-
Up in the stu bitch I'm ruthless
Kamehameha, be dripping anime sauce
Bitch I'm feeling like a mothafucking final level boss
Keep tryna gather a squad but I'll never be fucking stopped
Collect you're strongest weapons you wouldn't even affect me once
All of them think they wanna come up I'm bouta to bomb em off of the top and I'm getting the dub, put a dub on em
I'm running up with thechoppa
Everybody taking shots/
Don't fuck with the bloody choppers
If you fuck with any of us
This whole game finna get dropped
[Verse 7: JayHawk]
Before this track ends, I wanna teach y'all a little bit of a lesson
Coz ya better be thinking more than twice prior to going about messin
With some of the best coz your chances of winning will lessen
We sicker than the coronavirus and all you are is straight-up congested
Shoutout to DNA for staying positive on the first one
It's like he knew that we have the ability to put everyone in a hearse, son
Chopra knew I had the potential because I'm on number two while I'm taking a poo on my rivals, no sugarcoating, I'mma do a burst, done
I'm gonna be wrecking and flipping the instrumental for the second time in a row so you better believe that I'm gonna be speeding it past the competition with a venemous diction to prove that I can be capable of commiting to slaughter
Also anyone who says that a real rapper has to murder someone is frickin retarded and should drown in water
A real rapper would never sacrifice lyricism that will melt bars together like copper
And just to prove it, I'mma do another burst coz I'm a real underground chopper
Nobody should ever be steppin in front of me at any time because my lyricism is scarier than Stephen King on the night of a full moon coz somebody trying to be lyrically murdered will be a witness to horror
Well, leaving goosebumps is a specialty of mine coz I can shake people to their core
Bury the body, bury a friend, loin des yeux, loin du coers
You have just been introduced to true gore
(LT9) Better get ready for the murder, it’s the Bloody Choppers 2
Looking around, there’s nobody coming near me, I’ve murdered people and been on the news
My style is real deadly, it’ll knock the people of their feet and burn them in the booth
Chopra invited me, now I’m coming to kill the track, with all these sick people too
Come and beg for mercy but you know when Lucas TDD 999 is on the mic, there will always be deaths
I’m a beast, and whatever you say won’t stop me from incinerating the track, you’re lying on your death bed
Hella insane, when I’m microscopic and tearing at your membranes, bringing the intense pain
I’ma bust all your arteries and veins, lyricism intricate, I fly like a rocket, I don’t need no plane
Blood is red
My veins are blue
You’ll be writhing and shrieking in agony once we’re done with you
But I would continue rhyming and grinding on the track until my tonsils split
Give me the microphone, and I promise I will shred it, I’m not the best, but rest assured, I’ma kill this
Whatever the frick you’re doing isn’t gonna stop us, not when we’re coming with another hit
And when I lay your body down, they’re gonna dig it up and try resurrecting your spirit
Hit them with the venom from the ricochet, leaving them completely paralyzed, they won’t be able to move, and that’s when we’re coming to finish them off
Digging in their brain and bringing the pain, you can’t stop the train, but the ending’s always just the same, no gain
Draw your last eternal breath as I make this it and end off everything, grabbing a bag full off bullets, loading my fully automatic and pulling the trigger, bringing the same thing
Murdering the villains and haters who claim to do 40 SPS, it’s just insane
I do it to please you all, when I’m spitting it at a high speed
I’m not like those who like to show off, for a verse reliant on speed, there’s no need
Now I gotta go find a can of peroxide, and mop up all the blood, cleaning up the scene of the murder
Me and the crew, we finished you off, we’re the formidable group of the Bloody Choppers
(LT9 was here)
[Verse 2: Peaciedy/Branx]
Entscheidungen werden mit der Axt gefällt, obs euch gefällt oder nicht
Wenn ich es wirklich mal will, choppe ich schneller als Licht
Massaker Madafaka, ich zücke ein Messer und steche euch ab
Massengraberschaffender Killer ich hab eure Leben in meiner Hand
Ich zeichne mich von anderen ab- Tracer
Nennt mich Eraser/a razor
Denn ich radiere hier mit Rasierklingen Hater aus
Ich bin wie ne Vampierfledermaus
Ich kann immer zubeißen doch wenn jemand zurückbeißt bricht eine Pandemie aus
Die jetzige Szene besteht aus Rappern die technisch auf jeder Ebene den Rappern die mich umgeben unterlegen sind und trotzdem bewegen sie die Fäden ekelerregend
Sie denken sie wären die besten doch haben dann keine Ahnung von irgendwas
Ich ficke die Madafaka denn ich bin sick and wicked und komme und kicke die deepsten Bars mit tiefen Bass
Wenn ich mal groß werde dann durch miese Bars und keinen Riesenarsch wie die Minage
Mein Reimschema so kompliziert würde man die Reime farbig markieren könnte man meinen ich hab 6ix9ine's Haarstyle kopiert
Im Garten zwischen lilanem Flieder werden wieder und wieder Lieder wie Viva la Dealer von Shishagenießern auf nem Liter Tequilla gespielt, da schieß ich sie nieder hinterlass bei dem Anschlag 0 Zeugen
Denn bei solcher Mukke muss ich Parties überfahren wie beim Abschlag im Golfen
Heutzutage denken viele Raptexte müssen keine Bedeutung haben
Ich kille Deutschrapplagen
Lasse ihr Blut fließen, bis es auf die Straße hinausläuft wie Räumungsklagen
Es ist floofy cushion, hacke deine Beine ab und mach aus ihnen Nudelsuppe
[Verse 3: Chopra the Spitter]
Ethanol perpetually engulfing you in flames
Cannibalistic rituals be taking bodies out of graves
Cutting around your livers to be making a sacrifice
This is Bloody Choppers 2 I'm hacking the wacks aside
Establishing a business from the fact the I'm spitting the fastest to be pissing them off
Like a tree up in the shadows in the park the fucking bullterrier is chewing on your flesh like Luca
Magnotta STOP!
I'm confused no mumbling in this verse
Burying your criticism in a fucking hearse
Tell the motherfuckers they are lucky they aren't cursed
Lyricism hurts
Modern Warfare Warzone weapon withered
Womanizer taking out some vocabularies like a randomizer
Chopping it ahead of them with motherfucking veterans
Enabling my skills, motherfucker Imma rise up
Burn the motherfuckers in the booth
Poseidon crying as there's nothing he can do
Certainly that Imma rip it
Upside down so ya'll confused gonna be diminishing you
Primitive chopping I pop in the coffin no problems just possibly nonsense
Apocalypse philosophy is it to talk till you're retarded
Murder everybody with the tools from my shed
And the second I begin to spit it Lucifer's head
Is emerging from the darkness cryptic
Messages appearing on the wall try to
Decipher it inflicting you with COVID-2
Better known as BLOODY CHOPPERS 2
[Verse 4: Official Swago]
BC2 vai al pc tu e entra su YouTube fatti un giro que
I migliori rapper megilo di voi checche
Succhiate come zecche andremo sul TG
Siamo spitter famo linee dritte capisci
Senza skitte tu hai uno script perche fai
La stessa arte da due anni a questa parte
Ma non e arte e solo shit
Sorvolo corloro che rodono sono solo ma
Autonomo no homo autoctono non ho
Molto bro borbotto solo se odo i tuoi poi
Morto boh a occhio oppio
Vi storpio con l'occhio di Mordor occhio
Sono sotto a voi vi porto in borsa e come
Vincerla al lotto lotto non nel senso l'otto
Quello ha rotto
Credi veramente di poter fare di piu
Rispetto a cio che scrivo ti faccio capire
Subito che ci metto l'impegno perche non
Perdo tempo sono svelto come il vento
Per quanto riguarda la mia musica sono
Davvero malato percio chi mi sta vicino
Molto spesso lo contagio
Si era un cit sul beat tu pit io it questa hit
Perche il nick non conta faccio baraonda
Senti la mia onda in cui la tua gang sprofonda ha!
Chopra l'ha detto noi l'abbiamo fatto
Transformando l'astratto in un calcio nel
Fianco ci senti sei bianco manco un artico
Siamo in ballo io rappo apposto
Hai sentito il pezzo e ti abbiamo marchiato
Nella luce mi guida il maestro Battiato
[Verse 5: .Archer]
Rap with high syllables
Forever unkillable
Epileptic visual
Quickest unhitable
Killer with highest damage at minimal
Highly despicable
Won't settle for getting ridiculed
I won't take your shit lightly
You think you're top dog, then come bite me
Or back down if you wanna do the right thing
Don't waste your time on devising
I can see through all your disguising
When I shoot off all my arrows, I'll still kill with rhyming
I'm on a killing spree, and I can never stop smiling
When it comes to blood
It's addictive as a drug
I'm obsessed with bleeding, and I'll cut myself for fun
I'll hunt down all my enemies, they all got 20 seconds for them to run
If a victim is dead by arrows, don't think twice about if I did it
I'll leave my own insignia, so you can know I hit em
I do it for the memez
Don't care if they die because I'm bored
I'll set them up to heat
Hurt them slow, and they will never be restored
I hope you understand how much I like to slaughter
But if you really knew then you'd get blown right out the water
Now it's time to prove the reason I am on a chopper
I can spit with clarity and speed, becoming a real monster
I'm not godly, but you'll get down on one knee, when I will make you beg and plea
Going on a killing spree, taking out all of the bitches in the industry
I got the rythem armory, looking at the history, victory is all I see, when I become the legend of real savagery
Turning anyone who faces me into a mockery, this is a record setter so don't take it lightly, although to me, it's easy, don't need lungs I speak airlessly, relentlessly causing anarchy, with a smile on my face like I didn't just set off the artillery, call in the calvary
Cuz it's gonna take an army to face me, this is spoken with clarity so you don't cockingly belittle my authority
I defy destiny, when I touch the mic you will see, sit down and watch me defy gravity, as I spit with divinity, I am doubtlessly one of the fastest rappers in reality, when I create my new realm of possibility
[Verse 6: Weeaboo/Weeb Xo]
Gripping the tools
Giving it to the miniscule
Leaving em drooping when the pistol and the missile blew
Have their attention "drew" when the pencil move
Picking apart their mental when I get the metal through
Impetent, imminent
And my intellect been a threat
I stay hitting em with the pen
Really none of em can compete
Finna go and jump in the ring
Feeling like a beast, off of the leash
They be thinking they really are me
My power level infinity
Goku, I came with that energy
I Stay punching on the enemies
They like "who is this?"
I don't know but I'm feeling like a fucking lunatic when I'm coming up with the flow-
Syllables
Breaking their bones
Shaking their temple
Taking the ammo
Bringing the pole, letting it go
Reticules popping your skull
If you think you're better must be sipping the lean or sniffing the coke
Filling your nose
Taking the scope
Aim with the pull
If you're tryna go in to screw with I then you're suicidal
Psycho/Cynical mixed -
Kinging these hoes
Step to the throne
Then I'm filling em with holes from the lyrical blows, these bitches pitiful
So stop
Bouta take control
All these bitches on (shrooms)
I'ma go (bananas) with them (shells) sliding on your streets
When I Skrrrrrrrr on em
Light em up more than Rainbow Road
I'm finna go slay your hoe
Taking a second to break all my limits
I'm finna go and then bust em
Taking the clip and blowing their brain
Then finna go fuck on their bitch stuntin
They be there thinking they wanna come in it I'm about go hit em leaving em nothing
Aiming the rockets when I cock it better get to running for cover
The microphone with the trigger
Pulling it, spitting bullets
I'm bout the action
Not that fucking "shoulda woulda coulda"
I keep that stick like Avatar
(Air) it out when I (bend) it
Dropping the flames like I'm Zuko
Digging em then I'ma go up in em
Bouta go get the win and
People been getting battered up all on they're top whatchu gon' do when I'm sent assaulting and getting em
You know what I love, making em go above when the choppa spitting
(Decking) em all when I'm coming up on the "written"
They're thinking they wanna go do it when it comes to dueling
Bouta go in you know when it comes to it
I gotta do it, I gotta get it
People be thinking they're better but they know I'm going up to the top independent you know what is up when i'm getting em
I be fully loaded, I'm going above
And I'm about to go in do this-
Up in the stu bitch I'm ruthless
Kamehameha, be dripping anime sauce
Bitch I'm feeling like a mothafucking final level boss
Keep tryna gather a squad but I'll never be fucking stopped
Collect you're strongest weapons you wouldn't even affect me once
All of them think they wanna come up I'm bouta to bomb em off of the top and I'm getting the dub, put a dub on em
I'm running up with thechoppa
Everybody taking shots/
Don't fuck with the bloody choppers
If you fuck with any of us
This whole game finna get dropped
[Verse 7: JayHawk]
Before this track ends, I wanna teach y'all a little bit of a lesson
Coz ya better be thinking more than twice prior to going about messin
With some of the best coz your chances of winning will lessen
We sicker than the coronavirus and all you are is straight-up congested
Shoutout to DNA for staying positive on the first one
It's like he knew that we have the ability to put everyone in a hearse, son
Chopra knew I had the potential because I'm on number two while I'm taking a poo on my rivals, no sugarcoating, I'mma do a burst, done
I'm gonna be wrecking and flipping the instrumental for the second time in a row so you better believe that I'm gonna be speeding it past the competition with a venemous diction to prove that I can be capable of commiting to slaughter
Also anyone who says that a real rapper has to murder someone is frickin retarded and should drown in water
A real rapper would never sacrifice lyricism that will melt bars together like copper
And just to prove it, I'mma do another burst coz I'm a real underground chopper
Nobody should ever be steppin in front of me at any time because my lyricism is scarier than Stephen King on the night of a full moon coz somebody trying to be lyrically murdered will be a witness to horror
Well, leaving goosebumps is a specialty of mine coz I can shake people to their core
Bury the body, bury a friend, loin des yeux, loin du coers
You have just been introduced to true gore