[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