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chop – megalomaniac music lyrics

repent for my sinful ways, it’s on my conscious
with fast cake, gettin’ it safe is not an option
like a switchblade, slit in a face, slippin’ through cartilage
i’m out clean, leavin’ the scene, stinking of carnage
not every player playin’ the field ever got yardage
you lose will, playin’ it still, n-ggas is targets
too real, cripple like crill, feel like a prophet
that tool spill, two to the grill, like cookin’ codfish
the block coordinator, goin’ high-speed on a sabre
feelin’ rockier than jacobs, pushin’ poppy like a baker
b-tch, i ain’t a waiter, i’m never short of paper
creepin’ up to bein’ made, i’ma black schwarzenegger
decide to name my guns, because i know that they may save us
i carry big shirley like i’m cole brown’s pacer
problem, i’ma thinker, and they copy my demeanor
showed you growth and what it turns to, you ridin’ on my blinkers
cold aquafina, broads poppin’ like they divas
til they saw two-seater, had greet it like a ceasar
bronze-brown chick, she be suckin d-ck for features
she got her blonde streak, i ain’t talkin’ wiz khalifa
she becky for tonight, i’m sizin her contours
gettin’ high to the acoustics, the flight of the conchords
behind doors, money in drawers, thinkin’ like crime lords
keep ’em in line, force, his brother or mom’s corpse
either liquor or that purp got me swervin
in the party, pickin’ which mami will go the furthest
them pure innocent girls, the first to act fervent
for the cause, stick ‘em on rods, sprawl em like a curtain
she turned out addicted to thread-counts and s-x now
i mold her, i’m thinkin’ of textiles and x-files
she bend down, ’till the sweat drowns the tenth pound
everytime i touch down, she slips pills and sip stout
crackin’ up a dutch and lightin’ up on the balcony
b-tches with powder dreams, ain’t what they seem out of the pageantry
i’m building on immaculate things, bring in the cavalry
and fallin’ off, and losin’ the steam, just means there’s gravity
darwinism’s prime example, in the flesh
while them n-ggas fallin off, i turn a loss into a check
and every bar spitten is raw, beyond correct
100 songs strong, speakin’ like psalms, n-ggas can rest
n-ggas sellin’ white, make it twirl, talkin’ furl
beyonce keys, swear that girl rule the world
same sh-t, n-ggas talkin’ bricks they can curl
make it work, 10 birds disappear like earl
sweatshirt, get a word from my compadre
and bet that thing release week, n-gga, i am not dre
the lost stay stuck on they hollowed ways, they concaves
the mustang the same color as marmalade
keep the sh-t hot that’s my sauna phase
in my own pace, f-ck up out my sp-ce, b-tch i’m hoggin lanes
these n-ggas is the same i don’t talk of planes
you can’t even be yaself, take the walk of shame
lookin at ya broads, i can tell they bored
if you wanna cuff a b-tch, play some la noire
you should get rid of ya lines like them la wh0r-s
in the whip, gettin’ skull behind the hood like i’m skeletor
besides my conglomerate, my deposit on dominance
i’m childish, i’m thinking of dollars in times of conflict
the problem is, i’m wearin’ work boots instead of some moc-ssions
i’m not content, i carry a strap that you cannot bondage with
prominent, remembering days, i wasn’t as confident
forget designer sh-t, i’m thinkin’ big, continents
anything can fall in you hands, if you really want it
some n-ggas follow they hearts, others need comp-ss
i think that determines success or bein’ nothin’
cause at times you can’t go with the book, go with ya stomach
them stank p-ss wannabe crooks turn into a puppets
all white wrist racist like hicks hidden in mullets
cup leaner than a model
swimmin’ upstream in a bottle
b-tches love me see ‘em sparkle
these hatin n-ggas comics: marvel
more p-ssy than a brothel
n-gga, i can watch my back from the console
try not to be violent, but i’m defensive
show you the real 40 glock vs a menace
put a n-gga in intensive care, yeah

- chop lyrics

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