OmniChopper - Gods of the Cemetery

{Verse 1: DOWN6}
All I do is stunt on stupid mothafucka's
That obsessed with fuckin numbers, I’m not talking views or money
Stack like lumber, I rebuke the huntings, you'll get sent to slumber
Six feet under, Imma loot and steal when y'all won’t fuckin plunder

I don't wanna be affiliated with degenarates, that's why I recommend
Changing the name without "Chopper" in it, an N-Frost like gimmick
Y'all are not god sent when you spam the digits

I don't even grin or laugh
On a sinner task, literally make a hazard that'll track
Flip you over like a gymnast on a mat
Parodies will never rеach up where I'm at

Slam into the coffin and thеy getting buried, huddle by the middle, I'm the god in every cemetery though
You don’t have to be the villain, I’m just kidding and bidding that I'll take you by the neck, when they overthrowned

I don’t give a fuck about the motive, anybody can decode it, when I run up on the chosen one, I show them I'm devoted, spend no money that I'm holding, got the liquor and I'm toating what’ll make the brother fold up in a second to the goals

I'm too sick when moving bricks, a ruler to these fools and jits
So cruel with this to ease the ego's off these drooling tools a bit
I'm cooling the mist, surround y'all in circles all spiritually, it's no conspiracy bitch
Hear to see shit when they mirror my bliss, ain't no curing these kids, what I hear isn't it

{Bridge}
Y'all ain't nothing but some rats
Y'all ain't nothing but some ass
Y'all be bluffing with the brass
Y'all be bluffing on your tracks
Y'all be fucking up my task
Y'all be fucking up my act
You can't run away to the past
Y'all can't hunt when I've already dashed

{Verse 2: OmniChopper}
I'm murdering fuckas who getting me pissed
They not gon' be strong, they'll cry like a bitch
Like methamphetamine addiction, never stop
They not gonna rest till they hit the top

Them fuckas getting multilated
By the ways I murder bitches
Call me Jack The Ripper
Let them die when I'm the Secret Keeper

I'm goin' insane with the gibberish shit
It's reaching the point that I just want a hit
They ain't givin' up on the record, bitch
And just like I said, you belong in a ditch

All of you idiots claiming so high
I've always been wondering if you were high
Fuckas, say goodbye, this is not a test
Gonna leave you in a grave, with your fucking last breath

You will fucking die, better fucking say goodbye
No one's gonna come and help you cuz they cannot hear you scream
Imma chop you up and stir you, feed you to your fucking family
I'm gonna force them all to chew on all your fucking flesh, bitch

{Outro}
Y'all ain't nothing but some rats
Y'all ain't nothing but some ass
Y'all be bluffing with the brass
Y'all be bluffing on your tracks
Y'all be fucking up my task
Y'all be fucking up my act
You can't run away to the past
Y'all can't hunt when I've already dashed