Choppen lyrics

Hit 'em with a Reese's Pieces, but I like 'em on a corner, poppin offa' california I wanna eat their neices
Then I wanna run up with a sick unleashes, 9 times out of 10 they got heebie jeebies
Run up in the middle with a Swisher Sweet, they gon' get blown when I hit the weed. I hate! n*ggas that be lookin' at me funny when I'm f*ckin' with their money I'ma turn 'em into million pieces
They don't really wanna with a n*gga that be choppen everybody in the middle of the night time sh*t
Wait who is this n*gga?!
Twisted Insane! I think ima get a tattoo of this n*gga!
Hit 'em with venom when I get up in 'em I told everybody that I would be willin'
I coulda been off of them when and I coulda been shooting a face when a n*gga was grinnin'
f*ck! I'm losing it!
Put 'em in the bathroom, where they're tied up, where the anti's fried up, f*ck a n*gga's brains, I shoot 'em in the face and the b*tch tied up
They don't wanna really get fried up, but I really wanna f*ck a knee, I got the f*ck a fee to throw it right at the freezer just so I could keep it for a couple weeks
Now take 'em and I put 'em whenever, a weirdo, anybody really wanna come and eat this b*tch?
Put 'em in a bucket of chicken, finger lickin', with the seasonin', and reheat this sh*t
Grip this b*tch with a pistol grip and then ease this sh*t(sh)
I ease back and squeeze back and delete this b*tch