[Verse 1: K-Fix]

Putting on my gloves I give my magazine a refill

I’m not the adversary getting buried

Putting in em what you bury it’s a cemetery

My angel on my shoulder telling me shit

Devil on the other tryna wanna killing spree steer

Thinking the thought of my demons time to beast it

Got in a fashion where im chopping em bodies

And putting em up in the basement no hesitation

I’m cocking this then I be finna be cock and I shoot em

And I’m taking out my enemies with my call of duty three skit

Leaving them soccer sumo’s and mother my rounds up

I make these ucker chucker’s to show that they wound up

Underground fucking hoes lets buck em when I focus and bound em

Lock and load open the scope open your crown up

Followed ya majesty half of these niggas should crown up

Cause im the talk of the time it’s time to turn up

With the sound you already squirt

Fuck em were fucking em hoe

And im putting their face in the bed ima mess the crowns up

Stop my depression

Im banging a tec get the message you don’t want a sensible thresher breaking em all

Never listen to a talking voice and then stress

And I put em rest in a sec

And im getting respect I’m listening

I’m taking it all equipping a pen

And I’m coming to wreck on a record so bringing death

And a question you really can’t get with the best

When I’m flowing a bar

Enemies finna be chilling that’s what you thought

So I’m putting my stress onto guests

I’ma get it then necro confess I’m bringing the shot

It will be dark in my lab man

I stake with a strap and I’m ready get grilling and spinning

Get rid of em fill em with hollow they knocked off the map

All my shots will be fatal but label is critical

Send em the money with 100 round drum ima give em the drum

All with the slug I be drilling them when I be spinning I

Be chopping em bitches to death

Like machete from blade from a pencil man then

[Hook]

Load them choppers up it’s time to go 2 war(x8)

[Verse 2: Spliff]

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Kaotic klique is devils lair so prayers be said

Finna bust shots to the side of the head you dead

Come in to the underworld and hang with me

Ain’t no stopping all I see is red its bloody red

I’m cursed with the darkness to start some shit (a whole lot)

In the park then I hit the spliff (I fly high)

Like I’m riding on a rocket ship (I drive by)

See the clouds let’s take a trip

To the other side if you are you ready to die

Guess we all find out when we put it all on the line

This is my side I ain’t stepping away

(I’m on my own path now get the fuck outta my way)

I spread lyrics all day ain’t no stopping the realest

We in it except from when we celebrating

Filled with the sin on a mission pissing all over these industry bitches

Time is up for a mo but keep riding along with it bitch

[Verse 3: Kaoz]

You don’t really fuck up in front of the devil standing there with a shovel

I will take the head of a motherfucking decapitator

The way a devil shoves you to the nature put them all to slay

And tell em that god can’t save ya

5 versus all from hell and I can chop it just wait

Taking another vulture from the slay

I wanna make a trophy rip out ya skull

Put that motherfucker on a shelf

Open up the book for the flesh then start talking backwards

Although was I making throw form the past

As if I saw normal sack in a bottle of jack

And I call them a fucking actor even scream from the 80’s

And I gotta inverted cross on my mind and that’s perfectly fine

Sick and fucked for sake until I’m in the middle, middle of hell

Waiting for war any time I roll through the gun with my bloody machete

Six-hundred and sixty-six reasons to die are you ready

(I roll through the gun with my bloody machete six-hundred and sixty-six reasons to die are you ready)

[Verse 4: Gypsy]

Middle of the night caught up in the moonlight tryna summon an entity

When you hear the sound of a shovel you know you found trouble that’s tryna get me

The shadow be the figure of piercing the nightmare so you scream who is he

Apart from my follow we known as the one who reduce the darkness for shit and call me Mr. gypsy

One of your humanly pleasures I treasure is drinking on the beverage that you know as called whiskey

The moment I sip it you must show Da menace I told you the spirits finish until the bottles empty

Now that im full with liquor my intentions are thicker I wouldn’t consider you try to tempt me

This music’s fucking with me once I see the contract I have no sympathy

My blood as ink stick it to the scrunch of the lake the soul only bout a line then re-pen me

Time for your life can expire anytime to fire from pain if your life so they sent me

The second your body after everything is left to show we can finally chop it into mince meats

The taste of the leg should boil especially if you let it boil for a slow roast from intense heat

I bet the last starts before the hacksaw world war anyone miss me

At first this burg and glory wondering what happened to him has become a mystery

Still forgot that I brought in the wood without a coffin in the back of your mind into history

Kill em I crash kill every bus full of every brass so you won’t even be a memory

[Hook]

Load them choppers up it’s time to go 2 war(x8)

[Verse 5: Da menace]

Gang recognizes gang me and you ain’t the same

I’m all about my damn hoe why yall busters acting lame

Beast unleashed I can’t be tamed

Test my nuts hollow to your brain

Anytime or anyplace bitch I’m down to make a state

Straight out the slums with a whole lot of guns

I’m murking you pussies and taking your fun

Loading them choppers with a hundred round drums

We beat them the streets there’s nowhere to run

Hollows be burning ya flesh like the sun

Penetrating ya test now there’s blood in your lungs

You wanted some beef well consider it done

We shootin’ we killin’ we do it for fun

Back in this bitch packing a tip I don’t think you wanna fuck with fix or the klique

Cause you already know how Da menace gets down

Gotta love for your hoes so I give them little frass

Trust up the camera we a whole lotta’ ammo

We strap delay rapper on yo’ side of town

Shoot through the concerts the niggas self conscious

You niggas don’t want it we taking the crown

So many haters too many apostles

Where in the choice I’m busting each other

Say yee to the point of this

Mow them a rap you fucking with some niggas

Lets creep this snap

Body be found in the back of a lacker

Shut the fuck up if you talking smack him

Eye for an eye a two for a two

If you don’t wanna go 2 war man we got yall shook

[Hook]

Load them choppers up it’s time to go 2 war(x8)