[Intro: Ruffian Rugged & sample of Twisted Insane's verse]

Yo, we in the building

We got the baddest and wickedest choppers worldwide in the house

No chibberin' allowed

(Round one, fight)

I be choppin’ when they want it like an onion

[Verse 1: Kurşun]

Itibar kalemi - acemi piçine geçiren ebedi

Bozuldu sehemi - anemi suratın monami döl evi

Ekini korudu, bulutun umudu uludu

Barutu soludu, kuburun yolunu kapadı grubu

Oralın şurubu - kusurun omuru uğradı dumura kurudu

Kaderin sunumu...

Yara var ama - kara alın yazıda - para ara döner sınıra

Yeri altı mayın ara düşer akıla vur çana mana ara yazıda

Kasım ayındaki dolunaya yürek olur kumanya

Neden ölümsel şölen - kölem düğümsel dümen

Küpem deist tayfaya türbe olur kan içen lümpen

Misket köken eken teker geçirir dünden

Yokdan varıp gidendir tümden

Sırılsıklamdı terden zaman çalıp da günden

[Verse 2: Twisted Insane]

I be choppin’ when they want it like an onion

Open up the bag and eat you like some Funyuns

They don’t want it with the Brainsick, ain’t shit

They all run and hop when they be knowin’ I be comin’

Line ‘em up and they gon’ get the boot

Better that before I up and shoot

Bullets get to rainin’, follow with the hollow and you’re through

Someone should’a told ‘em from the get that I be sicker with the Brainin’

Kill ‘em when I fill ‘em the venom, I gotta be

Brazy, whatever the fuck done got into me

Made me a little bit loony, I really mean it

They tell me that I’m a genius, now will you suffer defeat?

Maybe! Kill ‘em all, Brainsick flow

Line up then get down on the floor

Duck when the Brainsick go

Hit ‘em with a 100 more volts

Usain Bolt couldn’t catch me when I zone, uh

Now I’m 'onna murder with a passion

Do you like a potato when I be mashin’

I burn ‘em up into ash and they be tellin’ me stop it

I gotta pop it, I mean I get massive

Bro go with bolos I get mo’

Get them and skippin’ the popo

Kill ‘em all and hide in the mo-mo

These motherfuckers is wolfin’ and really don’t know

I am the one with the chopper (Crap)

Keep it right here on my hip (Why's that?)

I am Brainsick with no doctor (Damn!)

Everyone labeled me skitz (Skits)

Now I’m in the midst of blitz

On the ride, hangin’ out the side my whip, trip

People always talkin’ ‘bout what they gon’ come and do to me but it don’t mean shit

[Bridge: samples of Twisted Insane's verse]

Murder with a passion

I be choppin' when they want it like an onion

Murder with a passion

(Now I'm 'onna murder with a passion, murder with a whip, murder)

Murder with a passion

I be choppin' when they want it like an onion

Murder with a, murder with a, murder with a passion

(Now I'm 'onna murder with a passion, now I'm 'onna murder with a chopper, chopper)

[Chorus: Ruffian Rugged]

Onion

A so we chop it like a onion

Chop it like a onion

A so we chop it like a onion

[Verse 3: Ruffian Rugged]

Governor picking a mic inna party a venom a kill em a booth

9milimeter assimilating a parlament like I‘m Booth

Wannabe-chopper jelly, Governor ciame fi the crown with a proof

Talkin a Makin em breakin em up inna particles, a nuh truth

Dem say: "governor stutter", I-man a chopper, uno a spoof

Dem seh I-man a fakin or „not pon the rythm“ but i-man a zeus

Governor pickin a mic inna party mi 9milimeter assimilate anybody whe

Deh pon the riddim sloppy, they wanna be venom or cru...

Anybody gwaan like him the big name

Governor mi get up, gottaa put em in a squid game

Anybody gwaan like they bun capitalism like ´em are F-ing the system

But dem a sell out fi the quick fame

Anybody gwaan like em a „nuh get anything“ but dem a quoting me anytime me say deh ya pon dem diss-take

Anybody wanna be the one but them a nuh „Insane“

Governor Rugged a step pon the Mic and the riddim I gonna go eat „BRAIN“

Technically nobody fuckin deh with the Art of War

And some a dem are faking, their loyalty a tug-a-war

Dem walkin on marbles and dem a stuck inna bubbles

Before dem fuckin wid governor better "Dalgona Candy" with umbrella

Told dem a mumbler whe go talkin like a Salasa

I turn a body bluer than Pandora in Avatar

Pardon me, I body anybody

Friends are using me as stepping stone...

I turn em a stone to lookin like a fuckin Medusa

Anybody packin the Mac inna back a the van like Eliot Anderson

(welcome to Shellington)

But a nobody be blasting a gat, except pon the cam like Pamela Anderson

Dem bwoy a suck with the arms, uno better be Slenderman

I be deadin a veteran, anywhere man a batter and

Man a pickin a mic inna party

Governor Turn em a Shinigami

Gi dem a Funeral Bell a ring

Tinkin of "Sicka the bag a the fucker they thinkin of breakin a record"

I make it immaculate

Governor pickin a mic inna party go merk anybody, go renegade!

Tempo now come in

I’m tinkin a makin a macchato-mocca to makin a duppy

Debunkin a fucka to breakin a record

I make it, I may get laid

Go! merkin a murda, mi chop it like a onion

[Chorus: Ruffian Rugged]

Onion

And so we chop it like a onion

Chop it like a onion

And so we chop it like a onion

[Bridge: samples of Twisted Insane's verse]

[Verse 4: Dumanoid]

Roughin’ ‘em up with Ruffian Rugged

Cuttin' ‘em up like the mafia does it

Chop with the tongue and stomp on the sluggish

No mumble, it’s coffee, no cough syrup on it

Itt a golyószóró flow szószólója

Nem egy slow mo folyó szósz, so-so nóta

Beteg kórokozó kombó szorzója

Ez a no-go, nem a korzózó zóna!

Van ugye az a Maslow-piramis: az alap

Az a vitamin, a kaja, de nekem iram is az alatt

Így a tempó presto! Rímmasina szava

Mi ma hasít: könnyű „falat“… Sima liba zaba

Kell a szillabika-dara, bika dinamika tana!

Let‘s go, kilapítalak, a csiga-biga salak!

Lehetsz kópia-penge, de vágod, ez igazi katana!

Minden rímpár ipari paripa, RIP a ripacs alak!

Random a tag, otthon matat: automata lantom a tongue

Hadova, de a dobot ha betámadom, adom a tant

Hantavató hadam, mint a NATO-ban a katona, tank

Ha dobhatom, a duma “doom”, a “tomato”-m atom attak!

Ultimátum: ha témát a látogató latolgatja!

Flash, mint az Adobe, de ha fut, a progi: fagy oldala…

Csillagos ég a vég, ha ég a rakéta-hajtóanyag

Akarom mondani, koffein a rangért a hatóanyag!

Jobbára üldözöm a balszerencsét

Becsap a becsavarodott agytekervény!

Auf Wiedersehen! De nem megy el a hangom

Mert gyorsabb a szám, mint a hangsebesség!

Ess szét, nyes a pen game, ez a pengém!

Max Payne, a te verzéd ide refrén!

Press play, kitör a vihar a fejemben, "choppa"-dék extrém!

Chemtrail: húzom a csíkot a fonématengerem mentén!

Kár bár, mire megy áriám, sikerem ábránd

S kálvária, mi vár rám ezen a pályán

Sztárgyár, igazi már-már soha nem áll rá

De táplál, ha iromány ékes, a piromán éghet a máglyán!

Lány pörög, ha csöpög a nyál, csömör, ám ökör a bárgyú!

Lám, lököm a lüke dumát, öröm, ha dörög az ágyúm

Tár kifogy-e? Minigun ász, örök, ha lövök! A száj

Ha be nem áll, török a falakon át, hiába tömör a gát, BUMM!

Celebikonok a gyerekidolok

Kellenek emotikonok, ha vannak kerek idomok

Kinyír a szellemi nyomor, a “hóra gyere ki” dolog

És ugyan égeti magát a muki, de fekete befedi korom!

Én amúgy nem akarom játszani a zenei sznobot

A cél, hogy reakcióvideóra legyen is okod, ha fogod!

Dörög az ég? Ugyan, csak a belem, mi korog

De ne félj, soha nincs a terítéken mezei pocok!

Finom a fonéma, fenem a fogam, mily elemózsia

Kenem, ha nem is a kenyerem keresi, de melódia

Énem, a génem, a vénába égeti be genom, mi ha

Monomán ima, nem money-ra mondom, mi e meló díja!

Fenomén, így ha fonom a kódom, a fogó teketória!

Niemand, de rímen a mon ami xenomorph, fenemód igaz:

Eminem a fanom, a spanom a Venom, hegemónia!

Denem a nevem, e zenebona feketemágia ceremónia!

(Finish him!)

Megannyi munka, de fakad a vakerom, móka, nem iga, de megöl a vak iram!

Ikonom égető fokon a miki, rím: megírom, magolom, ugatom makira!

Pakolom még ide meg oda, míg időm engedi, megadom okod a boogie-ra!

Függeni fog a nép, akár a mokira, baka, de béke nem akad e mukira!

Megunom ugyan a Pacot, a Biggie-t, ám akarom megint a ‘Pakinamac’-et

Ím, baki nem akad, ha megölöm őket, a mikin a bagatell fake elemeket!

Te fogod a fejed, a pokol a mogulom, aki nem okul, a bogara makula

Fakul a fekete? Mikor a figura bekeni, vaker a mikire pakura!

[Bridge: samples of Twisted Insane's verse]

[Verse 5: Fate]

Ruffian mit dem uptempobeat für die massenhysterie

Liegt die waagschale tief zwischen hass oder liebe beim choppen auf beats

Hast du keine guten karten in dem spiel

Und glaub mir bitte die details werden pikant

Doppelte packerl im medizinschrank

Also gönne mir da bitte nur ein minimum an zeit und ich zünde den fucking benzintank

Bitte bitte bitte bars

Alle vernebelt im eigengeruch

Treiben im eigenen saft und im eigenen dunst

All die kindergarten modekinder wollen party aber kommen dann nur mit negativen energien und vibes in der luft

Gib mir bass

Ba- ba- ba- bass (ha?)

Jetzt kickt der baba paar bars (ja)

So viele von den bodybuildern geben den macker sind nur pickende dicke brocken wie die barbapapas

Yo, folgendermaßen

Alle deine mitarbeiter wollen mittlerweile mit der minimalen millimeter-gun an moneymoney

Geben aber dabei nur die bieder benebelte wiederbelebung der wiederbetätigung in negativem maß

Schau wie wir die kletteraffen kill'n

Während sie in hängematten chill'n

Bange machen gilt nicht –

Banger machen gilt!

(immer wieder ba!)

[Verse 6: Sabotahe]

Dilang matatalas talagang tumataga ang kataga

Na tila parabang katana winasiwas

Sa kabilisan ay parang bala mga bara sapol

Kana bago palang babalaking makaiwas

Kolabo ng mga matutulin dalubhasa lalo

Pang lumalakas sa panahon na lumilipas

Sa buong mundo Sabotahe pangalan

Ng makatang kumatawan sa Pilipinas!

Handa ka ba sa mga buka ng mga labi na parang makina talaga na

Walang wag makatigil sa mga buga kapag sinimulan ko na makidada sa

Kalaban na talaga naman hindi na makalamang sa mga dalubhasa nakalikha

Ng mga bulalakaw na mga talata…

Sa matagal na panahon ay balikan na kung sino ba ko sa paraan na talaga

Naman na walang makaunawa sa kabilisan ng mga tula ko sinabi

Sakin na walang kabuluhan ang salita ko na walang maunawaan

Sa kabila ng mga lait dina napanghinaan napasakin na ang mga di makitaan

Pa ng iba na may tangan ng mga pinakatanging istilo ko

Dalubhasa na makata na may tangang titulo

Sa kabilisan ng mga tula talaga naman hindi na maabutan

Ng mga "nag apura, di na mauna, sa paran kona, di na mabura,"

Ginawa ko di na magawa ng mga sikat nyong idolo

Talaga naman sa paraan na ganito'y bagsak

Pinalaglag pinalagpak sa lapag

Nakapag nag mamataas

Lagabag, binalagbab binabalibag tinibag

Nakapag nag mamatigas

Pag pumalag pa't nag panggap matatag

Talagang nag mamalakas

Pagkat idinagdag, sa mga duwag na nabahag

Buntot di makapag angas

Sa Onion Choppa motherfucking Sabotahe

Ng Pilipinas!

[Bridge]

(Finish him!)

[Verse 7: Crucified]

Murder when i’m sackin' ‘em all and i’m bringing it wicked

I’m back and i’m making it wicked, I make ‘em panic now

They’re seeking and looking, i’m passing them, fucking ‘em up when i’m bringing it back

And i be attacking ‘em, making it fast and i’m coming and

Breaking ‘em off and taking ‘em out while i’m wicked and taking a break

Walkin' up out of a coffin I'm breakin' 'em off when I make it immaculate choppin' 'em

Fucking ‘em hacking and packing ‘em then I’m bout to murder then i be coming to get ‘em, then they be thinking i’m wicked and sick, and i came up then picking ‘em off when they’re thinking i’m bringing it wicked i’m making ‘em panicking often when nobody got a reason to fuck with the

Murder when i'm back and i’m making it back in a circular path and i’m breakin em off into particle, a sinner breakin ‘em off when i’m wicked and passin ‘em, fucking em all up bringing the best, I’m murking em making it quick and i’m fast

How many coming to pull up i’m sure i’ll be coming and breaking ‘em off but they thinking they gonna be coming in worse while im fucking em up while i’m making a scene and i’m making it sick i’m making a ritual bout to be coming when i’m official making a fist and i’m leaving em maimed, they coming in thinking i’m mortal bitch i’m taking ‘em, bucking and fucking ‘em all while i make it official

I’m taking the record and breaking ‘em all when i’m murking ‘em, chopping ‘em taking ‘em out make ‘em breaking ‘em all and i’m making ‘em run when i’m making the money, get making ‘em run taking it wicked i look and there’s somebody coming i’m making it quick and i’m faster they thinking i’m making it sick and i’m passin ‘em, make ‘em be taking a break and i’m back and i’m hacking and packing ‘em, when i’m bout to murder, fucking ‘em, bringing it back and i’m chopping ‘em, breaking their back and i’m fucking ‘em up when i’m bringing it fast and i fuck it up, taking it fast and they comin’ up fussing, they suck and i’m a sinner, making em pissed and run, make it immaculate, take it and buckin it, make a buck and i'm sick and

I’m fucking ‘em up and i put em all in body coffins, smoking the guns and they coming up busting i got it, taking and playing ‘em coming and chopping they coming i’m breaking ‘em off when chopping i’m making it fast, i make it they coming i’m bout’ to be let ‘em get em all to mopping, Do what i wanna, be drinking a bottle, be taking and murdering then i’ma get ‘em and then i massacre them then i’ma get ‘em i’m taking ‘em all when i’m thinking they’ll rush, I’m bout to murder them while i’m breaking ‘em off when i let em be chopped and not be giving a fuck and i’m bout’ to be chopping, obliterate ‘em, murder breaking ‘em all, gonna do what i please and they thinking i’m wicked i’m breaking a building I'm bringing it wicked i murder ya, sick when I massacre they gonna be running i’m coming to get ‘em a syllable then i be breaking a building we’re gonna be doing it, coming up back on the mic and i’m breaking the records then i’m bout to begin to be coming and bringing the heat, burn ‘em all but i’m murking ‘em begin to feast on ‘em, most of em forget i break ‘em to pieces, i make it, i’m lurking ‘em, and i be taking ‘em, put ‘em in coffins, I murder ya, taking it wicked I find ‘em all, turning fuckers into particles, spitting it fast and i’m bout’ to be chopping a bitch, letting anyone who want it wicked come but I gon’ chop at ‘em, body coffin ‘em, murdering then I be coming and breaking em, pulling my trigger i get ‘em and then i be done, pull up on ‘em when I come for them, coming to get em, but then I be sick and I’m following

Thinking i’m close and I might get up near ‘em, making ‘em panic, i’m wicked and sick when I massacre when i go murder be shooting ‘em breakin ‘em all when i’m breakin ‘em off when I pull up and get ‘em thinking i’m on em but I’m bout’ to murder with an unforgettable flow, pull up then i be choppin a syllable, talk like they’re bigger they coming i’m bout’ to be breakin the record i’m breaking them all when i’m breaking ‘em off on a fucking bitch

[Bridge]

Outstanding

Interesting

Excellent

[Chorus: Ruffian Rugged]

Onion

And so we chop it like a onion

Chop it like a onion

And so we chop it like a onion

Onion

And so we chop it like a onion

Chop it like a—