Chopsaw Em lyrics

Ayy bruh you tryna let me get a sip of that King Cobra

[Verse 1: Dylan Ross]
Forever the sickest infected di*k in my britches
I'm tying b*tches to bridges and burn em' down so sleep with the fishes
I'm vicious when my baby sauce dribbles on your b*tches nipples before I f*cked her silly with a rusty chisel
I'm off the hizzle banging with the born of barren womym and making you hang yourself off the fan in your parents room
I know you love the sound cantankerous underground pound for pound wrapped in a blanket made of Alaskan flounder

[Verse 2: Dylan Ross]
I'm pacing back and forth waiting for you at the door
Waiting for you to come out so I can pull a gun out
If somе b*tches run out
I'ma have some fun now
If you spеak to me I will pleasantly pull your tongue out
I pull my gun out yeah I'm down to fire shots in broad day
Main street kill a b*tch, kill a cop
I cop a sack of killer bud and fill the bowl and rip it off and also got some angel dust
I trust it make me go ballistic

[Verse 3: Dylan Ross]
b*tches in Miami tend to cower at the sight of me
Probably cause their boyfriends mad and fantasizing fighting me
You can not fight righteously if only with your fists
I speak with doctrine as if Jesus did not exist
He's dead bloodshed in the back of the tour van
I hit you with the force as if I had four hands
Gore kill never silent and discreet
I hammer smash and lacerate your face in the f*cking street