[Verse 1: Chronic Boss]

[Verse 2: kVr]

Finna be rocking at mic when I'm making 'em know what they will hear

Grabbing the microphone and I'm sending sound straight to your ear

Split the syllables in millisecond, I'm switching speed to top gear

You better run away, I'ma now coming to wrecking, I'm feeling your fear

Venomous velocity struck in your head and making you dead

I know it's bad, but I wanna put 'em on death bed and make 'em all killed

Ducking up under the bullet, then get up and hit 'em all up with the lyrical weapon

And with the phenomenal flow before I'm alone on the battlefield

Whenever they wanna run up I get 'em and kill, they don't wanna feel it

But that is healing me, still let me thinking still

Whenever they wanna hating I'm chopping and rapping and reaching for more

To hit 'em with lyrical venom faster and clearer than before

To stabilize my flow, make you realize it all

Instead of criticize my music, to let it rise, not fall

Let communicate with y'all, make tongue animate and roll

Will never terminate and still I vindicate when I disintegrate your mental wall

[Verse 3: MSL]

Ripping 'em up on the track with the best choppers from around the world son

Coming up against us you gonna be killed with your own gun

Hit 'em with the venom and I let them know they can't bring it better

Everybody on the track is gonna kill you but I'm leave you deader

Killing 'em all with the impeccable rhyme scheme it's so clever

I'm gonna see you once and throw you away like a ugly christmas sweater

I'm gonna be dropping 'em off on my way to the top cause I'm off my rocker

Chopping your body to pieces now you're in a meat locker

[Verse 4: LEECH]

It's a lot of choppers in the underground tryna rap fast

But can't say their words clear - what is the point man

True menacing syllable killer on the track

Just chill and listen to me spit it like this

Y'all was never ready 'bout to spit it how they want it

I be chopping like a automatic AK-47

Dropping atomics on a city lyrical enema friend of a monster

She twerking the booty and shaking her breast I hope to be the father

I could come and dominate your whole entire roster

Head in the ground like a ostrich (Myth)

When the .44 click - I'ma take my pick

And MSL - I then learned a few tricks

I'm speeding like a demon I forget about angels

I leave body badly bruised battered and mangled

Taking camera shots from angle

Head on the noose - watch the body dangle

[Verse 5: Chronos]

Alright I'm spitting these syllables so fast that it's not lyrical liability

Because it's coming from the lyrical pathogen and he's back with a rap fatality

Plaguing the entire planet with no patience, it's due for destruction

Wrecking the mic and I'm prep'ing your body for total deconstruction

You think you could hurt me when your rhymes are laced with so much viscosity

Proven that they stop before they could just stop talking to me

I'm going 20+ syllables per second you getting left in the dust

No need to shake of the iron-oxide because this lyricist won't rust

The lyrical Speed Demon brought straight from the realm of nightmares

And sooner or later I'll steal your soul if you decide a fight, yeah

I've been tested against all gods and I've claimed the highest title

Of world's fastest lyrical master, my works sound off like a rifle

I'm sure you've heard him around when he rips the mic apart

And his demonic grip and mindless insanity will be aimed straight for your heart

He's got nano-molecular everlasting repetitive ultimatum

People gonna be talking about how he raps too fast so they show that they hate 'em

You don't really wanna be the one to obtaining the punishment for when they berate 'em

Cause he's gonna turn into a real demon and slowly use his magic to incinerate 'em

I'm about to just start ripping out all of these haters' vocal cords using telekinesis

And I'ma eat you haters like it was a queen-size bed made of Reeses' Pieces

The complexity of my wordplay is much longer than a twenty-page thesis

And it's a no mercy battle when he grabs the mic and rips another who thinks they could beat this

Here's a blank death-certificate pretty sure you'll need this

Cause I just ripped another motherfucker into one hundred quadrillion different pieces!

[Verse 6: MSL]

I'm locking 'em up and I'm lopping there head off of there body

I be droppin' my foes faster than a shotty

Leaving your body in the locker now it's rotting!

Leaving it balled up in the corner now it's got Rigor-mortis

To late for you and your friend not even your remorses

I'm the killer of killers I'm about to drop a fist

Then while you're on the ground I'ma rip out your esophagus

See me and the semi know I'm about to be popping this

And now upon your pants is where y'all just pissed!

Haters be coming at me with insults but they just missed!

I'm a dangerous syllable killer and now you are on my list!

Keeping the flow real yeah that's my goal

Stripping you hater harder than your girl on the pole

Ripping 'em up to shreads and tearing them to pieces!

I am a freaking demon so I probably need Jesus!