Major Hurricane Kirk - Polychopper (The Zealot album)

Lyrics:
Oh, yeah
Come on (7X)
Major Hurricane Kirk here
Rapid fire incoming!
You be knowin’ I be choppin’ this MV
Destroyin’ the other ones like “Wrong Way Lenny”
Surpassin’ everybody, winnin’ the freakin’ Emmy
Now, what if I just became freakin’ Demi?
I wouldn’t be choppin’ (2X)
You know I’m the Polychopper
When I be spittin’ these hard bars
Harder than Lamar
And I’m a chopper star
I would be choppin’ here (2X)
Pickin’ ‘em, packin’ ‘em, baggin’ ‘em, muggin’ ‘em
Gonna make JoJo’s “golden experience” the opposite
And I’m gonna make her experience calamity
Spittin’ bars, makin’ the top chopper
Makin’ everyone go “What the sigma?” to it
Doin’ all that and literally savin’ my sanity
As The Jackal once said, “Trigger unbeknownst Vanity”
Now what if I got up, rappin’ more syllables
‘Cause I can do that like a mineral
More syllables than Eminem when I’m only little
Poppin’ it like a freakin’ popcorn kernel
On the way to becomin’ mainstream
Rappin’ ‘em when it’s even rainin’
Two hobbies - doing this and gamin’
Stoppin’ people from hatin’ me
You be knowing I be choppin’ this MV
MV, MV, MV, MV, M, M, M, M, V, V, V, V
You be knowin’ I be choppin’ this MV
Destroyin’ the other ones like “Wrong Way Lenny”
Surpassin’ everybody, winnin’ the freakin’ Emmy
Now, what if I just became freakin’ Demi
I wouldn’t be choppin’ (2X)
You know I’m the Polychopper
When I be spittin’ these hard bars
Harder than Lamar
And I’m a chopper star
I would be choppin’ here (2x)
Ready for freakin’ 14 per second
Explodin’ like rubber bands on a melon
Sittin’ myself the second I set myself
Into a sanctuary, soothin’ my soul properly
Like an audacious can of soup inside a Supra
While searching for supper to fill its stomach
You be knowing I be choppin’ this MV
MV, MV, MV, MV, M, M, M, M, V, V, V, V
When I be going to save the debit
‘Cause them zealots get jealous
‘Cause I have more melons
When they follow me, and take me
All ‘cause they hate me, so they bait me
And they merry-go-round me, and propel me
And sell me for 9 million dollars
The only thing old is your momma
Who’s name is Donna Madonna
And she’s addicted to Tsar Bomba
You be knowin’ I be chopping this MV
MV, MV, MV, MV, M, M, M, M, V, V, V, V
Major Hurricane Kirk here
Oh yeah!
Poly, poly, chop, chop, per, per
Polychopper!