Fully-Automatic Lyrics

I have an ambition to be a chopper, so I gotta’ prove I'm a fully-automatic

To be a chopper

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To be a chopper

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To be a chopper

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To be a chopper

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Making em’ panic

Yeah this is my tactic

I melt em’ like plastic

And cut em’ like fabric

Yeah this is dark magic

So that means it’s tragic

I make it dramatic

I make it so graphic

I’m out of this world

I be so galactic

Yeah me and yo girl

We get so romantic

Don’t mean to disturb

But I’m so sporadic

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I’m up the booth

And you up in my soup

Chopping you up

Like it is some stew

But it is stupendous

And ya’ll so horrendous

I’m balling , you blocking like fuckin’ defenders

I’ll remain in the game

Insane with the fame

You ashamed cause you lame

With the way I maintain

Is so inhuman

You were killed by my flames

But you still exclaim I’m to blame

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Now that was a clip

And ya’ll making me trip

Make you float like a ship

If you boast you’re the shit

Your bitch approaching my dick

Cause she know I be sick

And this is evolution

And ya’ll are just pollution

This is my institution

Where execution

Is the solution

For any motherfucking nuisance

So what will you be choosing?

Cause I’m back in this bitch

And I’m cracking this whip

Attacking this shit

Banana clips

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You make me go spastic

Cause you don’t deserve it

But somehow you have it

But I’m gonna’ take it

Yeah I’m gonna’ make it

Yeah most people say it

Yeah I’m gonna’ save it

Yeah rap is the victim

And they are the villains

Therefore Ima kill em’

Their blood will be spilling

For all of their sinning

Bitch I am winning

Stop all the grinning

This is just the beginning

Don’t think that I’m kidding

Your head will be present

Your body be missing

There is no forgiving

I’m so fully-automatic my ears are fucking ringing

And these are not words, these are bullets that I’m spitting

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And I’m ruling the game

And ya’ll fueling the flames

Schooling the lames

And brewing your brains

And using my gains

For soothing the pain

And break through the chains

Try to fuck wit’ my flow

Get struck by a blow

Good luck to you bro

Cause your hoe sucks on me mo’

Than a leech on some E

I just thought you should know

And I ain't fuckin' stopping

If the bass is still dropping

I will not rest till your name is forgotten

First I get to cocking

Then the barrel starts hoping

Then the bullets get lodged in

Then you start flopping

That’s followed by some coughing

Then you get put in the coffin

And then you get to rotting

And your bitch gets to sobbing

And I get to plotting

And if my dick the cake

Then her pussy is the topping

And no this ain't a break

That I be fuckin’ copping

Don’t make that mistake

You’ll catch one in ya’ noggin

Stop with the bitching

Or catch ammunition

Don’t think that I’m tripping

Yeah this is my mission

To kill competition

Whether there is or there isn't

You can do a demo, I do demolition

And if you hear about me boy, it ain't superstition

I figured this shit out, like a fuckin’ mathematician

Uh

I’m a God damn fanatic

I’m a God damn fanatic

I hear that beat I just attack it

I'm a, I'm a, I'm a

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