(Chopra The Spitter Verse 1)

(N-Frost Verse 2)

Dual, choppers, ain't nobody do it proper/

I was eatin beats like whoppers/

And i got a text from chopra/

He said i should kill it, like every recording/

Dont give a fuck if you talkin about snorting/

Rappin to fast like a car that was flooring/

Choppin the bodies, awake in the morning/

Illiterate veterans killin the mic/

So im giving em evidence, summon a life/

And im killin the residents, pull out a knife/

And my elephant dick in that pussy at night/

Last and im trash when i rap on the track/

And i dont give a shit if you laugh cuz im bad/

And i go and attack and im breakin there back/

And i chop on the track like im eating some ass/

Gotta get up in em with a little bit of venom/

I dont wanna be the one to come and get it, smokin sedum/

When i put em in a body bag, i gotta pull the shottie back/

Im never gonna fake it when i pull up in the denim/

Hit em with a fine rhymes, follow every guideline/

Bust a motherfucker, make em bleeding out the pipe line/

Starting from the bottom, gonna top it, call a life line/

Frost be a chopper, fuckin up your eye sight/

(Chopra The Spitter Verse 3)