The Chop Shop lyrics

[Intro]
Hey, what's up man?
You wanna race?
Yeah, just a friendly race
Lets say from here to the end of the beat
On your marks, get set, go

[Verse 1]
Finna beat the instrumental like it was a denim
I'll be in your mental, fill 'em on the middle
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'mma put a bullet hole up
In your brain the size of Bruce Bruce
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 b*tchin' never get you nothing
But a kitchen knife up in your bladder
When I run up on 'em, put the gun up on 'em
n*gga, 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
Imagine it wicked and sick, I might go and I
Finish ya, throwin' your head in a pit
A murderer servin' up, put 'em in oven, I'm
Loving to eat a b*tch spine 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 n*gga
Funny as I make a wish, you make a diss and
See if anybody listen to you when I'm p*ssin
On you and your face, put you in a grave
Better get a shovel n*gga
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 want it with the dangerous
Uncaged and untamed and 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
Drag 'em though the grass, matter fact
When I leave a motherf*cker leakin'
I'ma bring him up in the Chop Shop, yeah!
(Holy sh*t)

[Pre-Hook]
Choppin' everybody, ain't no competition
Choppin' everybody, ain't no competition
Choppin' everybody, ain't no competition
Choppin' everybody, ain't no competition

[Hook]
Welcome to the Chop Shop
Nobody on it whenever they want it
I hit 'em with double and triple quadruple
And n*gga nobody can f*ck with me
Welcome to the Chop Shop
Nobody on it whenever they want it
I hit 'em with double and triple quadruple
And n*gga nobody can f*ck with me
Welcome to the Chop Shop
Nobody on it whenever they want it
I hit 'em with double and triple quadruple
And n*gga nobody can f*ck with me
Welcome to the Chop Shop
Nobody on it whenever they want it
I hit 'em with double and triple quadruple
And n*gga nobody can f*ck with me
[Bridge]
I keep on bussin', I hit you with choppas
And chop you to bits
Bust with the blammer, hit you with the rammer
My hammer will spit
Try we will light him up, somebody tie him up
Fry him to grits
Come if they want to, them run up on me, they will
Die with this sh*t

[Verse 2]
Everybody wanna be a chopper, n*gga, pop off
I be animated, but I really wanna run and
Spit the venom in they face
I will barbecue a n*gga, f*ck around and try'na
Step up to the plate
Hope you got your runnin' shoe
When I be gunnin', fool, won't be no close race
I burn rubber, ain't no other mothaf*ckin' Sickopatomous
Simple and plain, I'm really-really bad and can't nobody stand me
f*ck around and get your noodle in a bowl!
I challenge anybody, bring it to me if you want that sh*t
I bring it to you in a minute and I will not finish
Until I rip through your skull!
It's obvious I make you nervous every time I come around you
Actin funny because I been patient
Ain't no better session, n*gga
Won't you take a lesson from the monster!
Puttin' everybody and they mama to the Matrix
Don't say sh*t, just turn around and run the
f*ck away before I hunt ya!
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
Drag 'em though the grass, matter fact
When I leave a motherf*cker leakin'
I'ma bring him up in the Chop Shop, yeah!
[Pre-Hook]
Choppin' everybody, ain't no competition
Choppin' everybody, ain't no competition
Choppin' everybody, ain't no competition
Choppin' everybody, ain't no competition

[Hook]
Welcome to the Chop Shop
Nobody on it whenever they want it
I hit 'em with double and triple quadruple
And n*gga nobody can f*ck with me
Welcome to the Chop Shop
Nobody on it whenever they want it
I hit 'em with double and triple quadruple
And n*gga nobody can f*ck with me
Welcome to the Chop Shop
Nobody on it whenever they want it
I hit 'em with double and triple quadruple
And n*gga nobody can f*ck with me
Welcome to the Chop Shop
Nobody on it whenever they want it
I hit 'em with double and triple quadruple
And n*gga nobody can f*ck with me

[Verse 3]
Somebody wake me up outta my sleep
Tell me I'm dreamin' they see me, they want me to be taken off of my feet
They crazy, you peepin' so much [?] I be wonderin' about how in the f*ck I'mma gonna be up in the club with the heat on my boss' kitchen n*gga wanna leap
Put 'em all up in that Chop Shop
Get cropped off in a drop top
n*gga, this Insane runnin' 'fore they
Comin' at you with the knock off
-Knock-knock!
-Who is it?
-Orange!
-Orange who?
-Aren't you glad a mothaf*cka like me's not
Runnin' down your block with the pop-pop?
They be lookin' at me like a mothaf*cka
Second rate and I don't need you n*ggas
All up on me and all by my lonely
You was only homies when I feed you n*ggas
Choppin' people since, you know
The f*ckers was in middle school
I be in it, front of class, I be on that ass
Don't nobody laugh when I teach you n*ggas (brain)
Blood stains on the floor board with a gore whore
Kill a b*tch up in the kitchen, n*gga, quit your b*tchin'
Drag you to the four-door
Poor whore, I hammer the pus*y
I bet you was feelin like Thor tore
Gimme more-more of the horrorcore
n*gga lookin' like he's straight from Mordor
Drag a n*gga through the shadows
I'mma really take you (take you)
Man off, even Gandalf can't save you (behave you)
Little bit of brain might tame but won't save you
Get my n*gga Lynch to come up in this
Mothaf*cka right now and bake you
Take you into a different level, n*gga, where the devil lurkin'
Which b*tch I wanna f*ck, man, I don't know for certain
Depends on which one of them got the best ass for twerkin'
And I come back to the room, let me hit the womb through beef curtains!
The Chop Shop!