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 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
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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