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disabled choppers2 - discord division lyrics

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verse 1: ghost

all of them k!llers will make it out
car crash call it racin out
call me desiigner i make it count
all of them racks in my bank account
the boa finna grip ya neck i
never miss and in effect
i’m leavin suckas ineffective
beatin up this track i’m wreckin
no more going back i guess i’m
hazardous evacuate em
d-mn that was odd, i was flowin on overload wasn’t that bizarre
i had intricate rhythms goin in that third bar
yet i’m strugglin here just to make this rhyme oops
guess i gotta fill sp-ce, rappin just to rap at a sixteen pace but wait!
maybe if i rap real fast they’ll see that i’m
gonna be takin and breakin the mic and i’ll get em when i end it with a bomb

verse 2: argo

sicker than anyone whenever to get to the chop
skipping a beat, i wanna get in, whenever i get to picking a beat i’m sticking it to the f-ggots who tryna be picking on me
piping the mic and the pistol pop, popping it off whenever i’m finna be chopping it up with the best of discord division
skipping and picking and ripping and dripping the venom
dropping and popping and mopping and flopping a f-ggot
knicking a n-gg-s kidney and selling it on the black market for profit
’cause i’m off it when i solve it, it doesn’t matter the track
n-body can ever stop us ’cause we are the disabled choppers
smoking some crack and it’s by the pound
walking around in the park and looking at some children thinking of who to molest
chopping off a d-ck, man that sh-t’s the best
i’m better than the rest (big boi time)
and spitting it quick and i’m ready to bust whenever i finna be getting it with the rest of the choppers
really gotta be carrying out the f-cking fast part on this one holy sh-t i’m dying f-cking help i’m losing my breath
help help help i’m gonna f-cking die of deflation of my f-cking lungs
f-ck i think just went a little too far
why the f-ck did i do a f-cking fast part
like that sh-t was faster than nascar

verse 3: kazablanca

sur mon fauteil roulant je suis handicappé
très handicappé, trop handicappé
l’invalidité mentale m’a vraiment limité
beaucoup limité, exagéramment limité
je n’ai pas de doigts je doit bouffer avec la bouche
je n’ai pas de jambes, commen veux tu que je bouge
le sang qui coule dans la flébo est rouge
je me blaisse à chaque chose que je touche
au moins je touche une pension qui est nécessaire
car quand j’ai une ataque je devien tout vert
qu’est-ce que je peux faire, je ne suis pas voltaire
je suis peux intélligent, jamais je ne serais maire
est-ce que comme ça je peux vivre? je veux me suicider
je suis dans un état qui fait vraiment pitié
que puis-je faire alors au lieu de chopper?
je ne sais pas, je prends le beat pour aller le m-ssacrer

verse 4: nahdah

murrk will tell me to stab open a gash or making a vicodin mic and packing it in, a speed limit is overrated so i’ll make all my raps a bore
manix has had it and so i will join, i’m having a stroke and the half of me is opened just like a dutch door
whatever happens in the future wouldn’t f-cking matter if i’m in a wheelchair when you really think about it
my future is like combos, i don’t really give a f-ck about it
especially when my whole f-cking life is just an endless roundabout yah
who’s that? thinking he is good enough to make something incredible specifically intentionally superior just for thejackal
bus that, since my first song was really just a nothing so i gotta make exceptions for the chopping like it was a godfather racket
i wouldn’t want to be, another choppa jh b
can you see, what i mean, with lyrics kvr clean
why is the t-tle of the beat, the complete opposite of my verse
well i don’t know but man i gotta teach em a reason, to not attempt all the treason
cause a track like this comes out, is it really worth it?

verse 5: mistery

hopping on disabled choppers can’t n-body really stop it
gonna be coming i’m grabbing a pistol and i’m gonna prepare to c-ck it
laughing at em they don’t f-ckin amount to nothing
aiming a gun and i’m popping em up until they’re pounded into dust
it’s different than what you’re used to, my screws loose, b-tch who’s you, choose you, to be a victim of a f-ckin koo koo
chewing your nervous system, bustin em up, gonna be leaving st-tches in the b-tches who think they with it he gon get it, quit
it’s about to be murder scene all up on the beat, motherf-ckers should’ve never tried to place the blame on mistery, cause i beat fleets of you weaklings, speak heat from in between my teeth
you don’t know the flow, its the final blow, think youre sick, b-tch i’m the antidote, so i gotta show
this is the realist, coming chopping with ambitions, betta get up outta my position, supersonic speed gonna coming and chopping your daughter, betta be easily ready for motherf-cking sick murder

verse 6: m0n5t3rrr

it’s like i’m stephen hawking on this f-cker – i be making and breaking the theories of quantum-ness and how the f-ck they moving in sp-ce
but really i’m just kidding, cuz it’s more like i’m a particle – traveling speed of light, and i could be at any place
i’ll sh-t up on your face, man. i can’t control my -ss muscles. when i shuffle up my ruffles to confuse my taste buds, i’m more ripped than markimoo
but boohoo, 1 million subscribers, i’ma cry to get a like because i made that in a month
guaranteed that murrk is gonna f-ck us up again, so i’ma go ad limp ad ever and wait for him to enter me
but then my nahdah babe is gonna have to wheel me off to see a doctor, but just f-ck him cus he’s g-y and needs some d-ck to be up in him. mine don’t work, i’m a disabled chopper, for f-ck sake
this chopper’s going down, mayday, mayday
i don’t think i have to say that i’m gonna flop away
but i’m stealing your b-tch and i’m f-cking her all in my wheely chair, and i had better stay raping

verse 7: murrk

rocking the hawking voice yeah black hole fam im monotone
seems we’ve both got autism haven’t we well that’s good to know
your mum’s a f-cking squirrel f-ck the sh-tty ticks you dunno
ignore the r-t-rded sick minded tantrums that i throw
you taking about the anti-depressants impressions went down for jide
what do you mean?
weller finna get a medal better than a n-gg- would ever
go back to eating own brand shreddies
coz ain’t no serial finna be with the k!ller at the murder scene
you sign vicodin bigada bogada bugada bagada bigada bogada bugada bagada bigada sigh with defeat
i pack a flat stan man in a tiny envelope put it in a bottle and chuck it in the sea
and i brutally murder the vegans while im banging them b-tches
wait they witches
give em st-tches
sink em in a river
dissecting bodies quiver shiver
drain your liver
then your bullsh-t with a sivver
sp-cking a mac in a bag and them sweatshop lyrics there’s always more to deliver

verse 8: danjor

if you mess with me you’re tripping cuz i’m mentally deficient, and i’m strangling the doctor that would peddle me prescription
like the monster out of frankenstein, his neck is in my grip, i do it for a hobby, similar to stepping on a kitten. lock me up
in the asylum cuz i’m getting the admission that i’m endangering society, but that was pretty clear to see. all you had to do was
take a look at my name tag. face facts. it’d be most beneficial to stay back. chromosome overload causing deformities up in the brain
i’m entering another one of my episodes, manic and happy to slaughter a 2 mile radius, i am the craziest, with an erratic demeanor
i got em all wondering “why is that kid the way he is? possibly dropping the baby?” listen to me or i’m gonna rage and fit
and you wouldn’t like it. bad things happen when i get excited. and since i’m disabled there’s no execution, at most a slap on the
wrist is what i’d get

verse 9: kxng era

verse 10: tuono

verse 11: etr

i’m still here, sana sesleniyorum baksana hey dear
hasım sana basıp geçtim, yep yeni kelimeler hala bekler hecelerimi dizerim ama üzerim hasmı ben katil
nefesim tükenmez tarzım klas
takımını yaktıklarımın beyni az
milimi ile ayarladığım sözleri dilim ile tarıyorum durmadan hemde yüksek hızda çılgınca kuruyorum ritim şemamı karanlık hız benim temam
hasımlar içi bir dram
benim söz defterimi ezik sanan
zaman gelir ona sona yaklaşır ama
mecazen de olsa, mezarını görür rüya-
sında bana karşı çıkamayacak, denesede başaramayacak
ama anlamaz kanlanır beni dinleyen adamlar
kelimeleri ile benim canımı acıtacağını sanarlar
ama hecelerimi sıralayarak önlerine geçtiğimde sadece bakarlar!

verse 12: deus

im smokin and jokin and takin a toke at a place called billlabong
ya b-tches be hatin on deus when he gotta k!ll a song
but maybe it’s cause i’m a lyrical r-t-rd
sh-t i ain’t doubtin that cause it’s clear issa fact
nevertheless imma k!ll it wit the best of my ability
cause of the mental problems i’m am losing my stability
havin to get some ‘drill and poppin the pills just to keep my mind still
really getting dressed to join in on the k!ll
psychotic animetronic liquid is drippin from my think tank
my disability is not being
able to mothaf-ckin think straight
people looking at like i’m a sicko psycho wit a hidden rifle making me nervous and making it harder to control my mind
coming to get em and hit em and rip em apart ,stickin and breakin and pickin and taking and making another rack
f-ckin up the haters cause i’m at the back of the pack stabbin em in the back
takin an axe attackin m-th-f-ckas cause i’m really on that brainsick
hit em wit the venom till it get up in em like i’m insane or sh-t
pistol poppin choppin up the bodies k!lling thotties when i hit em wit a shotty
gotta be the one to k!ll all the stupid thotties bury the bodieswhen n-body is lookin and leavin em shooken sticking to bakin and bastin n-gg-s when im tying up loose ends
gotta go in on em show em who winnin it cause thats the definition of a super fast verse

verse 13: tempest (this idiot deleted his lyrics)

verse 14: nihilist

my entire career is built off the fact that i’m fast
if you -n-lyse my music you will quickly see that i am trash
but it doesn’t matter to me because my ego will get any f-ckers bashed
then they got anything to say thinking that you’re g-y
won’t make you pay spitting up raps all day
hit up pon-3 get some sub bots for me, using every ounce of my parent’s money
gotta look cool for my internet buddies, mumbles per second racking in hotties
we’ll let sh-t like my tongue diss up all these
sps is the best way to catch a body

verse 15: j.s

i’m spitting it closer to supernova every time i make a verse
with these rhymes i shoot i’m gonna put you in the he-rs-
gonna stay here for a minute, but soon i gotta dvagoh
“ah no, who’s this, man j.s can’t flow,”
heard it over and over but like a nihilist
i’m gonna disagree with your theories and just get tempest, pssed
beter watch out, when i be coming around
my rhymes delicious like
some asian mc rice
hope you got an appet-te
i’m danjor-ous, just wait for this
my songs will echo through the world like a megaphone
but what does j.s even stand for? well that will remain a mistery
now get off youtube and go outside and play… bye

verse 16: dvagoh

screeching so high that you cannot percieve it, i’m pitching it up like a market idea, decibels go up i could attract some dogs, might as well be a chew toy, no reasons for living
amusing to be looking at i picture the jokes pent up
clever i could be a comedian but i can’t even stand up
the time i keep a flow steady for equals my attention
i’m frustrating like giving a lecture to a patient with dementia
kicking it so hard but i can’t walk proper, as of now i look forward to a bath with a toaster
crawl on the floor, stick to the wall- poster, won’t make a difference with this big -ss roster
autism at 8 but i’m gon ask a doctor, diagnosis here, wait red like a lobster
boy it’s so over the spectrum, guys (geist) i ain’t a polter
i had 8 bars, went fast for a quarter, that’s the definition of disabled chopper

verse 17: echo

i’m rappin with my a-game, i’m gonna be wrecking the tracks with the motha frickin same name and i’m still with the fast pace just like a freight train, i’m bringing it so fast that i’m already yelling “mayday” i’ve been rapping at this pace since i was a little kid but i’ve kept it up for 8 days straight…
it’s just a disability that i can’t rap slow, everybody in this track already knows that if you p-ss the track to me, i turn on the fire hose
sucking the pickle, triggered the people to be sick of the sucking on this song, you would have to prove me right just to get it wrong, but i basically am the bell and i know when to dong
givin the beat some of the heat, some-somebody shovin a sequel down their throat and im kickin the ground like king kong
i take it, try to copy the rap, somebody gonna be able to rap it fast, gotta be able to rap it all,taking it plus the bigger the finger the bigger the gorilla, n-body can stop us from becoming a worldwide sensation, i’m a disabled chopper and n-body can stop this creation

verse 18: mc rice

verse 19: thejackal

there are mental problems in my head can n-body hear me out, i’m bleeding out
sometimes i wanna give it up and i wanna scream and shout, i’m not needed now
people could replace me at any given second
they saying i could wreck it but i be thinkin’ differently
ha
no one’s really need me
maybe i should i finish and cut until i’m bleedin
beggin to the heavens and the hevens hoping they will listen
hopin they will take me
if something finally breaks me
and i put a bullet in my head
finished life i’m dead
disabled in a way you wouldn’t think, instead
i’m messed up on the inside
and i mean i did try
to fix the problem
but they got em
voices took control

verse 20: h-llfire

breaking n-gg-s off with the venom and we be k!lling sh-t
people can talk, but to me, its irrelevant
thinking people can mumble and with editing
speed it up and say its “a lil bit of everything”
k!lling people that hating
im f-cking overrated
tryna hit me with that faze sh-t, dodging 720’s like the matrix
breaking and topping and popping bullets from the latest
ima hit em with lasers
dodging ratings
im insane b-tch
cut you motherf-cker, wanna hit a motherf-cker, k!ll a motherf-cker and leave em in submission
gonna hit em with a bottle, taking the better motherf-ckers, ima k!ll em on a mission
fishing, funny lil f-cker when i get a motherf-cker like 2 b-tches that are fisting
and im risky, slitting a motherf-cker and get a motherf-cker when he knows that my wrists slit

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