This is a song about "Karate chop"

You can bet your bottom dollar the bottom lips will need stitches

Chop it up like jay voorhees, pull triggers when messin' with,

A lovely outer surface

With choppas they chop us try to stop us

I promise you pain, i will chop your body in threes

See, my bitch is imported - she came from overseas

Whoever want it, they better note that i’m so focused

Chop and eat you ,attack you like a locust

Chop her up and dime her, im chapel retired im signed sir,

And i ain't tripping, my only competition’s the mirror

I couldn't give a fuck i chop like a machete

Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee

And that yous a black belt in karate

Look dog, don't be asking for dame, see

Chop off each limb and toss it in a bag with other limbs

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips