This is a song about "Karate chop"

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

Heavenly father, martin, malcolm mixed with them lyrics

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

Pay homage to a god, bitch fall on your knees

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see

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

Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks

Cream of the crop, scheming to chop and place an mc in a box

I’ll catch my breath a little, money alright where i’m from

Chop you up in the basement like my name was patrick bateman

And that yous a black belt in karate

But we should be body to body

Stop, hold on sensei no karate today,

No days off and that's even on a snow day

This song about you, then you probably need to leave

Tryna make a dollar so i chop it to the fiends