The Chop Shop
• Written by Twisted-Insane
Recording:View Fullscreen
Lyrics:
[Intro:]
Hey, what's up man?
You wanna race?
Yeah just a friendly race
Lets say from here to the end of the beat
On your marks, get set, go[Verse 1:]
Finna beat the instrumental like it was a denim
I'll be in your mental, fill 'em on the middle
Every time I sit and think about the Voodoo
They be happy and I'm on 'em, wake up and
I knew the mommy was a goner
Papa never run away, now put the gun away
Before a bullet's put up in your fruit loop
With a deuce deuce I'mma put a bullet hole up
In your brain the size of Bruce Bruce
I'ma dominate it with abomination
What you think it really doesn't matter?
Put a body part up on a platter
Someone better listen, 'fore you come up missing
Put 'em in a kitchen bitchin' never get you nothing
But a kitchen knife up in your bladder
When I run up on 'em, put the gun up on 'em
Nigga, feel the pressure when I meet him
Beastin' with a demon knockin' at my do'
Is anybody home, I'm outta my mind, I'm psycho
Makin' it wicked and sick, I might go and I
Finish ya, throwin' your head in a pit
A murderer servin' up, put 'em in oven, I'm
Loving to eat a bitch spine tonight
I'm choppin' 'em up, are they ready for Jason and
Freddy and turning your brain to spaghetti-
Confetti to celebrate, nobody up on the level
Not even the devil nigga
Funny as I make a wish, you make a diss and
See if anybody listen to you when I'm pissin
On you and your face, put you in a grave
Better get a shovel nigga
Ain't no competition I don't really care
Who it is, what his name is, how famous
His anus is, I am just better!
They don't want it with the dangerous
Uncaged and untamed individual
In your brain and put two through your sweater
I be on a different level
They don't wanna meddle with me in the ghetto
Foot up on the pedal if you wanna settle
With me, I will pull up on you in the drop top
Blastin' 'em in that ass, put 'em in a bag
Drug 'em though the grass, matter fact
When I leave a motherfucker leakin'
I'ma bring him up in the Chop Shop, yeah![Pre-Hook x4:]
Choppin' everybody, ain't no competition[Hook x4:]
Welcome to the Chop Shop
Nobody on it whenever they want it
I hit 'em with double up triple quadruple
And nigga nobody can fuck with me
[Bridge:]
I keep on bussin', I hit you with choppas
And chop you to bits
Bust with the blammer, hit you with the rammer
My hammer will spit
Try we will light him up, somebody tie him up
Fry him to grits
Come if they want to, them run up on me, they will
Die with this shit
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