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lirik lagu all chopper verses – thejackal

verse 1: ec2

we chopping like we elemental, then i’m going crazy
they telling me i gotta enter mental wards
but i don’t wanna anymore, cause i’m better than ever before
i’m writing cause i’m bored, i was chopping on the discord
now i’m chopping this more
thought i’d write and forward this back to echo
see what he says-o
keeping it fresh like elo-mentos
gotta do the alphabet like l-m-n-o-p
read along as i k!ll this song, bringing the bomb like boom
whom destroyed the track, i’ll hunt em down the jackal
you’ll never run me down, cause i’m faster than the speed of sound
i’ll chop a crowd down in one foul swoop
they’re all like chickens and then they’lll fowl swoop
haha, get it? round 2…
i’m bringing it quicker than any motherf-cker that would want to beat me
they’ll never beat me, i’m like mr meeseeks
cause i multiply like a poltergeist
i’ll cause a ruckus, smash you with knuckledusters
brang a bucket, for you to kuck it
you’ll say f-ck it, but i’ll just chuck it
right at you, you’re tied; can’t move
it’ll hit your head and knock you dead
you want to bet the jackal’s the best?
you’ll keep all my stuff for sentimental reasons
we’re elemental like the seasons
so f-cking p-ss off or i’ll leave ya bleeding, rah

verse 2: pc2

you called me up looking for a rapper from australia
sick beat, sick track, so p.c, i won’t fail ya
jab out you eye-eye, they call me sailor
i’m riding this beat, mk8 i be the player
hey, i got the highscore
wait up, who wants more
i walk through the door, they’re begging me for me talk
as fast as i can but it ain’t actually rap
if you’re spitting no wisdom, it’ll just make me laugh
ha!
jackal on the beat and i’ll be bringing the heat
and shoutouts to leech, the master, the teacher
telling me all that i need to hear
if i had to sum it up in one onomatopoeia, it’d be boom!
whom gonna k!ll “you better bring it”, they telling me
“i don’t got groove, but i’ll be the leader”
i’m riding this beat and boy i better steer
i’m about to crash so… yooo, better speed up!
planetary choppers and i’ll break it like a bottle
taking off it in my shuttle, other rappers better scuttle
cause i’m pulling the throttle, imma rock it in my rocket
it better watch it like a pocket and i’m better than you sock it in the jaw
man i’m spitting raw, and i’m bout to mawl
the jackal’s vicious dawg, imma hopping like a frog
i’m the rapper with it all, chop ya like a log and down you fall
ha!
representing aus and i feel a little lost
i’m 15 years old and i’m chopping with the gods
how did i get here? did someone lose a bet?? yeh!
honourary member from s.b.r
yes we are, the planetary choppers, stuffing you in lockers cause we bullies on the mic
huge thanks to three people, i’m here cause of leech, radu and mc rice
yah! rah!

verse 3: chopaholic (1)

i’m gonna break any beat open, rah
cause i’m hot as lava, you can call me molten
and i’m open to your joking
but i’m hoping you’ll realise i’m a little broken inside
so quit when i start to freak, i’m gonna stab ya cheek
watch ya bleed, cut from ya lips and let my knife slip
i’m delirious, just joking
ha ha ha, why so serious!
i’m a hectic motherf-cking chopaholic when i drop you’ll be lost and then you’re haunted when you vomit in ya closet, imma break open ya door to find you spewing on the floor
imma grab you, take you, slice you f-cking open with a sword
imma talking, walking lord
and i’m saying you’ve been warned
cause the jackal’s dangerous when he’s out and breaking laws
and i’m more than before, when i’m bored imma torch, any wh0r-, you ain’t ready for more
rah
imma torcherous war machine, ordering your demeaning
slaughtering from auschwitz and you’re gonna bleed
and i’ll talk with the speed until you fall to your knees
and you’ll beg and you’ll plead, “lord jackal, k!ll me”
but i won’t feel thee’s pleads of guilty
i’ll leave and you’ll see my cape in the breeze
i’m batman, you’re mr freeze
please leave me be, bleed with the speed
so leech can feed of ye’s defeat hu-rah

verse 4: chopper k!llers

the aussie chopper gonna be wrecking it when i got em beckoning for reckoning and it’s gonna h-lla sting
i’m tantalizingly terrifying, deep-frying any motherf-ckers stepping up to take our lives
take my advice, don’t step to the guys
who’ll burn out your eyes, that’s rice and the fire-breathing jackal
and i’m a faculty actually fracturing actresses rationally, hacking em up into pieces
like a serial k!ller, jack the ripper, jack the rapper
jackermacker, motherf-cker, watch out b-tch
imma spit the facts now so lay your f-cking -ss down
i’m chopping like an axe now, flipping with the mad style
boy was i bad child
f-cking up my dad’s wife, call me motherf-cker cause that’s what i did, right?
ha!
sicko with a twisted mind, oh wouldn’t it be really nice
to suck out all your soul and life
there’s a reason imma chopper k!ller
imma k!ll her, feel her, eat her up before my minutes up
ha! finish up, ha!
what you talking sh-t about us for? huh punk?
aussie and the illest chopper, f-ck yah, gonna strike harder than thunder, uh-huh
watch out, i’m biting you, look out the behind of you
i’m sinking my t–th and i;m ripping the spine out you
verterbraes are my favourite, adding their membranes to flavour it
nibble your brain a bit cause the flavours; i’ll savour it
the jackal is dangerous, my lyrical range is the same as a flame when exposed to methane – endless
and i’m finishing breathless with my murdering methods
and i’m giving no effort, i said f-ck it or ‘eff it’ and you wanted it censored
so i washed it and cleansed it, a beat; i’ll befriend it
like i’m telekinetic and i bend it
magnetic aesthetics or metal propellors cause i’m a chopper!

verse 5: astro choppers

my sk!lls are astronomical, yours are astronaught minus astro
cause jackal’s taactics taught to diss in clever ways that you’d’ve never even thought up
you’re too stupid lol
who’dve knewn it
in rap i’m fluent, i’m here to prove it
“p-ssy do it, hurry move it”
alright, alright just calm ya two t-ts
ooo, what’s this? you wanna hype me up?
i like it, rah, clap, applaud, the jackal’s, a god!
another f-cker thinking they gonna be stepping to me
imma be sending em to the stars, no mercury
tossing them to orbit with the strenght of hercules
courtesy of heards of beef’s burgundy meat
and i’ll certainly beef, with sh-tty–ss rappers, they writing their chapters
lyrics i mean, “what am i even reading? i’d rather cut myself and die from the bleeding”
era and i are the kxngs of this b-tch, you saying we sh-t?
you the biggest hypocrit!
we the tops of your lists and we spinng like tops
we about to get ripped, like our bodies, we the choppers
we clobbering your body, the sovereign’s got hockey stocks
stopping the show by dropping our pants revealing our rocky d-cks
i know it’s called astro choppers, but f-ck it
i’m th best in my continent

verse 6: chopaholic (2)

i’m bringing it back it in a second verse cause i love to chop sh-t
when i’m spt-ting it, no strings attached, i’m not a puppet
anytime i’m in the booth, i just try to top it and make otherf-cker motherf-ckers so wet, they sopping
get a towel, take a bow, when i’m out and about
i get the crown, the k!ller clown will never frown
cause i have that evil grin for you f-ggot haters, thinking you can beat me, but you’ll never win!
imma, psychopath with mighty wrath
i’m fighting back the tiny cats
they’re frightened and with violent hacks
i’m striking backs with hiney slaps
then firing gats, you’ll lightly clap
i’ll kinda laugh but highly sad
inside i am, i find a path
and hide on that, a guy walks past
my final stand, to find his hand
then lightly grab, and tightly grasp
he’s fighting back, i find a band
and tie the man, to whitened vans
i drive to dad’s, a kite he’s dragged
on windy paths, we finally crash
i stride to back, the fire’s black
he’s died in ash, i’m frikin mad

verse 7: ic4

everybody asking for jackal on an ic
i see, why me, i’m defying
anything you think is real, you will never heal
when i hit you with the flames of my verse
was contained in a church, til the demon burst, from my chest
screaming, “you’re under arrest”
but i shuddered then thunder would spray out my breath
k!lling everything in it’s path and like the davidson’s then- you’re next!
hit em with the blender bender blades
coming at ya in any direction, you’ll run for protection
so get on my good side, or next time you’ll die
waving good bye, while you will just cry
i’m like chucky, so you better never chuck me on a list
of dismissed rappers you think are sh-t
or imma come for you when you least expect it, and i mean it, there ain’t no exceptions
h-llish beckons, from my necklace
think it’s possessed, let us check this
“oh my god what’s happening to me?”
“i hate movies, i like pon-3”
oh my god what is happening
who gives a f-ck, i’ll leave you fapping
when i hit you with the speed coming straight from the gut
you’ll hear me spit and bustanut
i’m big on the mic and i’m picking a pocket
i’m baking a pie and i’m picking up puppets
i’m backing up backwards, peckin a penguin
packing up packets, causing a racket
it’s like i rapped backwards, cause you didn’t understand me
sounds so sh-t so stop exclaiming
this behaviour, it’s not flavoursome, it’s paid too much attention
speed is easy, but it’s sleezy, people try too hard and ruin the art of rapping
it ain’t about jamming all of the syllables into a single f-cking second
i could f-cking wreck it if it was
i’ll be giving you gift of flow and delivery
call me mr clause, and with my claws, you know…
jackal’s gonna rip it up and tick it off his list of stuff to do before he die
and you’ll beg for ic5, but i’m not even on that guys
i see fire and i’ll bleet like a sheep
but i want the wool so i’m gonna end up sheeran

verse 8: chop season

introducing flow syndicate, our word patterns intricate
your death is imminent, murder with dilligence
heard of us? didn’t think but we so sick you’ll hear us ringing in your ears day and night, you’ll call us tinatus
this is it, we’ll debut today dude then on day two, we’ll slay you, k boo?
no one will save you and here is my reasoning:
we’re at the top of the game, merking you weak f-ggots and it’s chopping season
defying us is treason, if you do it, you’re bleeding
throw you at the fan at the top, so the sh-t hits the ceiling
you’re fishing for likes, but who are you reeling in?
i can give you the answer, it’s no one, so give in
i’m on this rap high, no cocaine or heroin
soak in this flow game cause no one is near me
except for kxng era, he’s on a whole ‘nother level
and i’d cl-ss that sh-t planetary, had to bury…
your body parts in so many stars
cause my chopping is art and i’ll cut you apart
on an interstellar scale, your body was frail
but i knew you were ailed, and i knew you weren’t well
so i ended ya life when i sliced ya with a knife
wife was in strife and oh, she had to pay the price
i gauged out here eyes with a spatula alight
and for dinner that night we had:
fried wives eyes on white rice, high fives, nice!
you’ll never get on that level of flow game
where you’re spitting a flame fueled with propane
oh dayum, old/same is all you’re ever gonna give
era and i, our all we always gonna give
holding on for another trip down memory lane
when i tear out your hippocampus through your membrane and imprint ‘jackal’ oon it
remember it backwards, got it? i’m spitting acid on it!
hurah
true definition of chopping, ain’t popping ya lip off until ya got blisters and ya tongue drops off
i’m not saying spit soft, i’m just saying, speed ain’t everything
let me say; delivery is a key and your flow gotta be
something unheard of, when we flow, we murder
now you heard of the flow syndicate, check kxng era
flow b-tch, here it is, listen in, rah

verse 9: chopaholic (3)

drop, bodies and i’m popping and locking out their sockets cause the chopaholic’s coming to shoot yoou with a rocket launcher
coppers are running away, put my hands to their shoulders
sflipping around saying, “oh look, i caught ya”
screaming when the demon is reaching for your spleen
and they feeling me deep within their features, i’m a creature of the night
stabbing ya pupils so ya lose their eyesight cause i beat you when we fight and ask “are you alright?”
psychotic when i cop it
demented when i bend it
insane in the brain
and twisted like a misfit
broken when i open p, hoping someone’s game enough to tackle the problem, the jackal needs solving
i’m a rubik’s cube, woopy-doo
twisted, insane and gonna end up broken on the floor when you give up
can’t take me anymore, imma puzzle you will solve cause you pick me up and leave you sore like a saw
cut you in half with a half–ssed effort
leaving it jagged when i rip it like jaguar or leopard
never cutting corners, i’m not a cheetah
but i’m spitting supersonic so, bow to your leader
i’m… bringing it better than anyone ever
they thinking they gonna be on my level
i’m topping anybody gotta be the one choppoing out their arteries then imma sever em better than anyone ever
wrecking any motherf-cker thinking they gonna be stepping to me
imma leave you stung like a bee; venomolus rhymes, f-cking suck my d-ck

verse 10: upcoming project

i’m not gonna rap about typical chopper sh-t
i’m over it, past it and on top of it
i’m coming cleaner than some common’s spit
and projecting it better than your soggy lips
and shoutouts to people at school
saying that what i’m doing is cool
emphasis on the bunny ears, laughing at me like i’m a funny queer
but this ain’t a joke b-tch, if you wanna laugh at me say it to my face
come over here
don’t wanna admit it, you’ll be laughing, smirkin and grinnin
but i know deep down, you know you’re broke with no hope, your fam’s the joke
mum and dad wishing they could hang in other words; they wanna choke
cause they raised you wrong and regret it
they’re ashamed of you and wanna forget it ever happened
when they laid on the matress and had meaningless s-x for your meaningless -ss like the meaningless chapter in a text that no one remembers, that’s you! rah

verse 11: #uc8contest

you will not regret this, i’m the best and i be flexing and i’m testing how this beat’ll bend, applying pressure, heat and then
i’m scorching it some more with my morbid forms or torture
i’ll slaughter any instrumental you giving me, i’m going mental
voices in my head are screaming, wish i could take a bullet and put it to my temple, send em to it with the lentals
cause i’m in need of healthy thoughts when h-ll is brought up to my doorstep
hitting demons with my fourcepts, letting the flow out my faucets
water’s coming to extinguish what i’m bringing buy my heat is at a million
so i k!ll it with the rhythm when i finish, you will listen again and again
you will never find a better man to jump on uc8, come on splyt and sprite, i don’t you understand
what this means, i mean this could be my chance
spit it with the veterans, i’m on some snakes and ladders sh-t and dany second i might slip and tumble down; but i’m pretty sure
i just found the ladder that’s gon’ take me to the undaground
steady flowing and i gotta be the one to hit em with another verse that’s gonna leave em blown away with gamma rays
i’m talking bout the way the jackal’s raised, i was made
imma genetic hybrid of a lion and a tiger with some viper venom
lycra denim’s what i’m wearing and i’m sharing this to prove i’m flexible
and i’m cl-ssy when i’m on the microphone, telling yall about the way i’m rapping and it’s hitting home
like i picked a bat to take a swing then the ball hit the o-zone layer
then the atmosphere, started caving in, i’m savouring, every final moment that i’m having on the wretched planet
and i’ve had it with the damage, so the panic’s almost vanished, who’s to blame for all the havoc?
who’d’ve guessed it, he’s the best at rapping over beats to leave em bested, when he flexing, he could wreck when he erupts
he just k!lled anothe rbeat, let alone the world itself
now he’s shooting for the stars, there’s other planets to destruct

verse 12: dc

it’s straight back after the chorus
and jackal’s already slaughtering poor words
they be cryin and cryin, i spy on them dyin
i stride up behind em and tie em with my twine
then grind em like diamonds and fry em in a fry pan
then i’m dining on fine wine, then slyly reply “why”
to the text she sent me last night
asking if she can get on a track with the king of these multi syllable rhymes
ha
jackal gotta be the one to bring em what they after, “go a little faster”
ho’s will always ask ya
is it coz i’m from australia
or just coz i’m able ta?
either way, i won’t fail to deliver this on the discord choppers
i’m as hard that little f-cking grissle in ur sausage
if you think your hard enough (obviously)
just try to copy me ha ha haaaa
(go)
never gonna be the only one to spit it quick and chop it up
so with sickness on the discord choppers gotta prove that i’mma chopper god
when i be choppin it at lightspeed, and ain’t n0body like me
cause im spittin it at high speeds
and at the moment envyin moment and i haven’t even spoken like lightning
(kinda frightning)
huh?
bet you ain’t ready for this bruh
here we go, might be a little rusty
(hurah)
hit em with a motherf-cker they don’t wanna come when i get up in the club and i hit em with a bust
i’ll leave you motherf-ckers in the dust

- thejackal

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