The Chop Shop Songtext
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Finna beat the instrumental like it was a denim
I'll be in your mental feel 'em on a needle
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'ma put a bullet hole up in your brain
The size of bruise bruise
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 getchyu 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
I'll be in your mental feel 'em on a needle
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'ma put a bullet hole up in your brain
The size of bruise bruise
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 getchyu 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
Needed a break of the sick in my gut When I feel this ass hopin' you had enough head, A murderer servin' up, put 'em in oven, I'm loving to eat a bitch fine 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 faith
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 wonder what the dangerous uncaged and ent'tainment 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
[Hook]
Choppin everybody, got no competition 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 x4
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 faith
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 wonder what the dangerous uncaged and ent'tainment 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
[Hook]
Choppin everybody, got no competition 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 x4
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