CHOPPER lyrics
by FUCKAPACHE
[VERSE 1: APACHE]
AYE IT'S THE CHOPPER GUNNER
THE BLADE RUNNER
f*ck YOUR GAMES THIS AIN'T THE SAME f*ckER
THE BLOOD SUCKA
CUT YOUR CORPSE UP WITH A PAPER CUTTER
MAKE YOU SUFFER
AYE, IT'S THE CHOPPER GUNNER
Y'ALL AIN'T BOUT sh*t
APACHE WRIST SLIT
ALWAYS BEEN A MISFIT
WHY YOU TALKING, DO IT
Y'ALL AIN'T BOUT sh*t
APACHE WRIST SLIT
ALWAYS BEEN A MISFIT
WHY YOU TALKING, DO IT
REST IN PIECE
SIX FEET DEEP
WATCH ME CREEP
LAY YOU INTO SLEEP
CRUISING IN MY JEEP
DON'T GIVE A f*ck ABOUT YOUR sh*t b*tch
THIS THAT TRIPLE SIX sh*t
I TASTE BLOOD IN MY SPIT
I SEE BLOOD ON MY WRIST
Y'ALL ARE HYPOCRITES b*tch
[VERSE 2: DEPTH STRIDA]
MERCENARIES
SPLIT YOU IN A HALF AND MAKE THE SHIRT LOOK
f*ckING DIRTY
THIRTY ROUNDS WILL GET YOU DOWN AND YEAH I'M
VERY THIRSTY
FOR THE BLOOD OF b*tchES OH MY GOD PLEASE HAVE SOME
MERCENARIES
STRIDAWALKING IS MY BUSINESS
MERCENARIES CALL US MISFITS
PAY THE PRICE OR SAY GOOD BYE
TO YOUR DUMB LIFE I'M ONE A KIND
DECEASE YOUR TRIBE AND MAKE IT MINE AND
I DON'T CARE I THINK I'M FINE CUZ
YOUR WHOLE LIFE IS ON THE LINE SO
TAKE A STEP BACK READ THE SIGNS
BLOOD ON MY AIRFORCE
TAKE A b*tch INTERCOURSE
STRIDA GOING DAMN HARD
MERCENARIES IS THE SOURCE