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The Chop Shop - Twisted Insane

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Twisted Insane



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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

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 bitchin' never get you nothing

But a kitchen knife up in your bladder

When I run up on 'em, put the gun up on 'em

Nigga, 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

Makin' 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 bitch 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 nigga

Funny as I make a wish, you make a diss and

See if anybody listen to you when I'm pissin

On you and your face, put you in a grave

Better get a shovel nigga

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 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

Drug 'em though the grass, matter fact

When I leave a motherfucker leakin'

I'ma bring him up in the Chop Shop, yeah!

Choppin' everybody, ain't no competition

Welcome to the Chop Shop

Nobody on it whenever they want it

I hit 'em with double up triple quadruple

And nigga nobody can fuck with me

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 shit

Everybody wanna be a chopper, nigga, pop off

I be animated, but I really wanna run and

Spit the venom in they face

I will barbecue a nigga, fuck 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 mothafuckin' Sickopatomous

Simple and plain, I'm really-really bad and can't nobody stand me

Fuck around and get your noodle in a bowl!

I challenge anybody, bring it to me if you want that shit

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

Ain't it funny because I been patient

Ain't no better sensation, nigga

Won't you take a lesson from the monster!

Puttin' everybody and they mama to the Matrix

Don't say shit, just turn around and run the

Fuck 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

Drug 'em though the grass, matter fact

When I leave a motherfucker leakin'

I'ma bring him up in the Chop Shop, yeah!

Choppin' everybody, ain't no competition

Welcome to the Chop Shop

Nobody on it whenever they want it

I hit 'em with double up, triple, quadruple

And nigga nobody can fuck with me

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' how in the fuck I'mma gonna be up in the club with the heat try'na catch a nigga that wanna leap

Put 'em all up in that Chop Shop

Get cropped off in a drop top

Nigga, this Insane runnin' 'fore they

Comin' at you with the knock off

Knock-knock!

Who is it?

Orange!

Orange who?

Orange you glad a mothafucka like me's not

Runnin' down your block with the pop-pop?

They be lookin' at me like a mothafucka

Second rate and I don't need you niggas

All up on me and all by my lonely

You was only homies when I feed you niggas

Choppin' people since, you know

The fuckers was in middle school

I be in it, front of class, I be on that ass

Don't nobody laugh when I teach you niggas

Blood stains on the floor board with a gore whore

Kill a bitch up in the kitchen, nigga, quit your bitchin'

Drag you to the four-door

Poor whore, I hammer the pussy

I bet you was feelin like Thor tore

Gimme more-more of the horrorcore

Nigga lookin' like he's straight from Mordor

Drag a nigga through the shadows

I'mma really take you (take