I Chop It

[Verse 1: D-Loc]

[Verse 2: Hurricane]
Look at the cannibal chopper and I be using the breath really quick and insane
I know that we could be braking your back cause we get em together we go with the plan
Rapping then kill em and murder the people that try to re-live in the soup in my hand
The lyrical cannibal never equivalent spitters, I'm blowing I puff on their name
Killing them up with the bullet so we could at least pop the 50 kill of a lame
Making the poppers that filled with a quicke that threw hitless figures that popping the same
Making your bodies a part of the scheme and they pull it be time the people get the pain
Bagging your body with multiple shots and we leave it all bloody get outta the game
Chopping like a chainsaw blade
Every time I see a mic I'm like a hand grenade
Pull the pin and let me go I'ma bomb this place
Turn it into rubble like a Flintstone name
Ain't nobody really dealing with that n*gga from the Midwest
Hardest motherf*cker outta strange I'm a death threat
Worth more than every f*cking thing like a blank shed
Do a track with crucified then I get my respect
Pack it in with that sh*t they got me back in on some jump street
Ripping like brotha lynch and eat em up like lunch meat
I could put a whole f*cking album out in one week
Shoot it up to Canada and flew across the country
Paid a couple dollars to re-invest and I go again
Hunk up with my n*ggas from the town and we in the wind
Pop up in the bank racked up, with an evil grin
Ready to give em that murder treatment I ain't putting nothing in

[Verse 3: JL]

[Verse 4: King ISO]
Ain't nobody really want it with a n*gga
Ain't nobody f*cking with the Brain I'm bout to chop a n*gga like a fully automatic bucking at you n*ggas, come and get it n*gga
Everybody wanna do the chopper but I'm supersonic when I do it rhyming
n*gga you can try to be one of us, n*gga first you gotta keep up with a n*gga, dump on a n*gga, run with a killa, then the body gets dropped in a river, bunch of gorillas
Buck a n*gga down and eat em up like a lunchable n*gga
f*ck what you n*ggas talking about I'm bout to hop in a whip with a bad b*tch, popping the clip in a Magnum and a b*tch bout to swallow a n*gga this fat di*k
Imma lay them with the madness, too many n*ggas be trying to get rid of me n*gga you kidding me, sipping a fifth of the Hennessy, enemies really be into me
n*gga you feeling me, n*gga be talking about murder but ain't nobody ever heard of him, I get to burning em, whoever be on that killa sh*t
Y'all n*ggas never be who you pretending to be, n*gga the reason I'm bout to be murdering n*ggas and serving these n*ggas and putting em all up on a platter like it was a burger my n*gga
You don't really want it with ISO, I'm psycho like Michael, my big home
You kids funny, got clips on me and I ain't talking bout the ones that hold i
Phones
n*gga I'm on some other sh*t better watch who you f*ckin with I cut a wrist like Brotha Lynch put her in the oven with the oven mitts
I'm one sick son of a b*tch no regard for no government I kill a n*gga then cut em then chew em up just like doublemint
I'm brazy you lazy, foolgazy, who pay these n*ggas attention you trippin blood I am too different
When I run up on em with the gun up put it up to his head like dump dump n*gga really had me f*cked up on Brainsick you missin, n*gga listen I don't really give a f*ck about these b*tch as n*ggas if these n*ggas ain't reppin my team
Stepping to me, better hope he be praying to Jesus when he get his deck in this beam
This Brainsick we gangstas you fake n*gga you ain't sh*t, I aim this it'll only take one second to squeeze, ridin with my killas you n*ggas don't want nothing to do with that lemme take a second to breathe

[Verse 5: Crucified]
I be killing the wicked and wicked and making it frigid their thinking the body gets bad
I'm braking the bigger go figure if you get that tough
I done braking it but that was bouta get my apocalypse
Bigger the pus*y bigger the balls
And I'm ripping the face of a sinner while top of the top of the bicep
But they didn't do what their making worse
Pause it I'm rigid and look at this somebody thinking their positive
Pause it up brake it then pass it up
Making the death of the minute can't they f*ck right get the party but if you wanna pay
I'm gonna by shooting the victim the sinner
But then the devil had foot up on top of the Valery Chevrolet
Get up put that foot up packing the sicker and the end I'm dead
And if lawyer be like I'm a goner
But then there will be love from cause I'ma stutter
But then I'ma get it but then that'd be old
The fact their f*cking with crucified
I wonder if I can hit that but that
But that seem to be daily by daily by daily by daily
But totally confident
Bite them and then they'll be cold and basically I'ma come back with the soldiers
Whenever target laying let em be but I'm bringing a pack and taking the feet off
For braking the buck and I f*ck up what they say they bet they can
Bet they can f*ck it up
Freaking I'm screaming like a demon I believe in what I be in
Am I dreaming no falling asleep
Topping em and I'm cooking them waking em up and I'm passing the beat
But I'm like a zombie who had to get their meat
And if they wanna come try me I'm bringing the heat
I'm bringing em all full of vicodins thinking of spiking us making the bucket then bleed
Better get ready sirens
Come up and get up on side us
Better be on your feet
Now pray to god pile us could of emitted a virus they cannot put to sleep
I'll stay up and fight this
Leave for the wicked virus somebody get the beat
Now bringing the pipe up looking at who picked the pipe up
Making the viper cheap
And nobody hyper look at me get the hype up bringing the pitcher Lee
When they wanna talk about the choppers that pop up like out of a dream
I'm making the money
I'm making it proper
I'm making the packer and taking the beam
Taking the talk about the focus they bogus
I'm bouta be green
And they amputate my city I'm kidding I own everything
Where's my team
I'm on faded but f*ck with it I'ma king
Riding clean when I'm rolling around on evergreen
Better recognise the fame I'm gaining up in the game
When I came in to spit the flame
When the crucified's on the beat