Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song I Chop It , by - Crucified. Release date: 17.07.2017
Song language: English
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song I Chop It , by - Crucified. I Chop It |
| I’m a lyrical mass murderer, nigga you heard of the Gilla |
| Nigga, we chopping niggas like guillotines |
| Nigga, leavin' 'em niggas up in the river for fuckin' with me |
| A nigga don’t give a fuck, I be in your dreams |
| Nigga, I’m so homicidal when I come through bustin' like a rifle |
| Nigga don’t give a fuck about none of you niggas |
| Half of the muthafuckin' niggas that rappin', they idle |
| Nigga like Locsta The Vulture comin' in |
| From the belly of the muthafuckin' beast, nigga |
| Comin' through with the nine millimeter, on my life, nigga |
| Don’t even trip off of nothin' nigga peelin' your cap |
| Off in the back of you pussy niggas ain’t nothin' black |
| Nigga like the guillotine in a ho and I run up on you |
| I hit you up with the motherfuckin' lyrical trigger |
| Nigga like the Locsta leavin' niggas right in the river |
| Talkin' this shit on them niggas, I be makin' 'em quiver |
| Nigga they disappear when I come through with the thang at your face |
| Nigga like Locsta The Vulture I’m runnin' the race |
| And I’m tellin' you niggas you pussy niggas gonna erase |
| Nigga when I hit you in your face |
| You fuckin' with Guillotine, all of my niggas we scrilla fiends |
| We in your dreams, we reppin the fuckin' trigga mane |
| Nigga leavin' two in your liver, nigga now makin' 'em shiver |
| Throwin' 'em niggas and I’m makin' 'em feel the pain |
| Nigga my niggas is real, wrappin' 'em up in cellophane |
| And takin' your bitch and takin' your dame |
| Takin' your chain nigga takin' all of your change |
| You niggas up in the range, they got my niggas doin' thangs |
| Wouldn’t be givin' a fuck, me and my niggas we |
| Comin' up out of the cut, bustin' up out of the cut |
| Smokin' and chokin' you pussy niggas like a blunt |
| Nigga you niggas ain’t nothin' to me, yo, gettin' up |
| 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 general 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 nigga from the Midwest |
| Hardest motherfucker outta strange I’m a death threat |
| Worth more than every fucking thing like a blank shed |
| Do a track with crucified then I get my respect |
| Pack it in with that shit 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 fucking 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 niggas 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 |
| Ay, let me get the shit inhibit |
| Who listen to ever doubt us, the difference |
| You get a glimpse of the realest but then my patterns of ignorance |
| You could say you illest, I don’t agree with your sentiments |
| Them against me and mine, I’ll be standing here when it finishes |
| You don’t make any sense and you not of any significance |
| Listen I got 'em tense, president on the premises |
| Limitless with the pen, it ain’t pretty, I won’t pretend it is |
| Gotta be honest yo, if I was to read the lyrics you writing |
| You saying nothing that I would ever consider exciting |
| Reciting all of them lines on the mic, you not even tight |
| And you extra light, you don’t measure in height and I nevermind 'em |
| Wildin' like they don’t know, I don’t wanna recognize 'em |
| They rhyming they corny flow and I know I can criticize them |
| Weak, when I speak advising 'em, take a seat |
| Collide when I break 'em down with a round |
| Through the heat, with the empty rhetoric |
| Nothing really but a bunch of bullshit |
| Got a full list I could read, instead I brought a full clip |
| Big appetite, a skinny nigga but I don’t get full quick |
| Got your bitch in pocket, she pop it, should’ve get the poolstick |
| Make a bull sick at the sight of the pool of blood |
| Pull the rug from up under you, running into a thug, get a slug |
| Better lean, I clap your team and then set up shop |
| No love, grab your things and trap your queen like I’m Fetty Wap |
| Never stop, look I’m irregular and will whatever bruh |
| Forever locking on the chedder duh and never letting up |
| I’m clever, plotting on ahead of ya, I’m like America |
| A bully with a fully automatic and I’m darin' ya |
| Try me nigga, highly likely I’ma catch a body, not a hobby |
| Kill a beat, I’m writing like Illuminati members |
| Who be pushing agendas on this mic |
| I’m a menace, I never let up relentless |
| When it come to handling business nigga yeah |
| Ain’t nobody really want it with a nigga |
| Ain’t nobody fucking with the Brain, I’m 'bout to chop a nigga like a fully |
| automatic bucking at you niggas, come and get it nigga |
| Everybody wanna do the chopper but I’m supersonic when I do be rhyming |
| Nigga you can try to be one of us nigga |
| First you gotta keep up with a nigga |
| Dump on a nigga |
| Run with a killa |
| Chew him, better get him stuffed in a river |
| Bunch of gorillas |
| Buck a nigga down and eat 'em up like a Lunchable nigga |
| Fuck what you niggas talking 'bout, I’m 'bout to hop in a whip with a bad bitch |
| Popping the clip in a Magnum |
| And a bitch is 'bout to swallow a nigga this fat dick |
| I’m in the middle of madness |
| Too many niggas be trying to get rid of me |
| Nigga you kidding me, sipping a fifth of the Hennessy |
| Enemies really be into me, nigga you feeling me |
| Nigga be talking 'bout murderin', ain’t nobody ever heard of him |
| I get to burning 'em, whoever be on that killa shit |
| Y’all niggas never be who you pretending to be |
| Nigga the reason I’m 'bout to be murdering niggas and serving these niggas and |
| putting 'em all up on a platter like it was a burger my nigga |
| You don’t really want it with ISO, I’m psycho like Michael |
| My big homie, you kids funny, got clips on me and I ain’t talking 'bout ones |
| that hold iPhones |
| Nigga I’m on some other shit, better watch who you fuckin' with |
| I cut a wrist like Brotha Lynch, put her in the oven with the oven mitts |
| I’m one sick son of a bitch, no regards for no government |
| I kill a nigga then cut him then chew 'em up just like Doublemint |
| I’m brazy, you lazy, fugazi, who pay these niggas attention |
| You trippin', blood I am too different |
| When I run up, with the gun tucked |
| Put it to his head like dump dump |
| Nigga really had me fucked up |
| On Brainsick you missin', nigga listen |
| I know I don’t really give a fuck about these bitch-ass niggas if these niggas |
| ain’t reppin' my team |
| Stepping to me you better hope that he praying to Jesus when he get his deck in |
| this beam |
| This Brainsick, we gangstas, you fake nigga, you ain’t shit |
| I aim this, it’ll only take one second to squeeze |
| Ridin' with my killas, you niggas don’t want nothing to do with that, |
| let me take a second to breathe |
| 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 pussy 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 fuck 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 fucking 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 fuck up what they say they bet they can |
| Bet they can fuck 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 I pop up like out of a dream |
| I’m making the money |
| I’m making it proper |
| I’m making the pocket and taking the beam |
| Taking the talk about the focus they bogus |
| I’m bouta be green |
| And the NBT’s my city I’m killing off everything |
| Where’s my team |
| I’m unfadeable, fuck with it I’m a king |
| Riding clean when I’m rolling around I’m on evergreen |
| Better recognise the fame that I’m gaining up in the game |
| When I came in to spit the flame |
| When the Crucified’s on the beat |