[Intro]
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
[Verse 1]
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
Homie, 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
Imagine 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 homie
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 homie
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 and 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
Drag 'em though the grass, matter fact
When I leave a motherfucker leakin'
I'ma bring him up in the Chop Shop, yeah! Refrain]
Holy shit
Brain, brain
Yeah, that's Twisted Insane for you motherfuckers who don't know, you living on the moon ass radio and only listen to two ass homies
[Pre-Hook]
Choppin' everybody, ain't no competition
Choppin' everybody, ain't no competition
Choppin' everybody, ain't no competition
Choppin' everybody, ain't no competition
[Hook]
Welcome to the Chop Shop
Nobody on it whenever they want it
I hit 'em with double and triple quadruple
And homie nobody can fuck with me
Welcome to the Chop Shop
Nobody on it whenever they want it
I hit 'em with double and triple quadruple
And homie nobody can fuck with me
Welcome to the Chop Shop
Nobody on it whenever they want it
I hit 'em with double and triple quadruple
And homie nobody can fuck with me
Welcome to the Chop Shop
Nobody on it whenever they want it
I hit 'em with double and triple quadruple
And homie nobody can fuck with me
Welcome to the Chop Shop
[Verse 3]
Somebody wake me up outta my sleep
Tell me I'm dreamin' they see me. Chop shop
