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tha god fahim - chopstix lyrics

duct tape on the trey-deuce
i chuck a deuce to the obtuse
the blood in the spots proof
off with the head of a false king
guillotine
four pound instead of little things
f-ck a hating -ss n-gga wishing me to go pop
i’m mixing demons on a stove top
(?)
making b-tches toes knock
i better rose-trot
incinerated ammo explode tops
i’m on blocks you’ll never be on
i’m back to work playing 70 songs without a helping hand
‘cus i was heavily armed
so many straps i could tie up your fat -ss mom
check it
only friend you ever had was time
you old -ss rappers so afraid of time
too much stress you know can parade the mind
you thinking too much, you’ll get sprayed with nines
believe me, that’s how the devil conceived me
i’ll blast you, and let you keep your yeezy’s
i’m a genie, coming out the holy grail
the real n-ggas feel me like the blind do braille
you don’t like me go to h-ll
f-ck the rhymes that you sell
i hope your whole style fail
when the mask show you go and tell
but you dying on the spot
i ain’t gon’ let you both sell
i’m a blade swinging animal
half cannibal
eating rappers flesh ‘cus the world couldn’t handle you
i turn my back on a lot of n-ggas
cus they wasn’t talkin’ them dollars n-gga
i can’t talk, i need to make bread for the fam
so we can gather up and eat steak and lamb
i’m going hard ’til the gristle on fam
polish the steel so the pistols won’t jam
you should see me in the physical, man
i stand less than six feet tall
but the uzi make me tall like i’m (?)
and if you really want beef then we can play foul ball
i swing this golf club n-gga it’s gon’ shatter your jaw

- tha god fahim lyrics

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