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the mess - chopper mode lyrics

-verse 1-
i’m in a situation with my finger on the pistol
had enough i’m gona trigger the crystal
that’s showin me my in error picture
coz they don’t know that my nickel’s lethal
gum in the mouth so i couldn’t whistle
fluke with me been disrespectful
somebody told me the game ain’t fit you
got back my spittin jitsu
clutter’s the flyest rock block this
dolls better know that i run this all
sky ain’t the toppest i’m bout this
coz i came above baumgartner’s fall
time’s the bucks don’t mar it
and i’m still waiting for that call
ain’t n0body chicken, t-chicken beans coz i never slip a slug
40 cal at you and i’m tellin you to l!ck this p-ss
heck is this, cats wana get some buffet but they better kis kis kis
and i love when i’m on it as a supersonic, it’s like when i squish the chips
i don’t wear chains, i don’t got hoes, but only with the flow i’ll be rippin it
now let me take a vast beath (echo: vast beath)
so the wacky mates can digest coz they listen to wiz
and wiz is wireless, get your m-ss to the base
they took from me a blood test, guess it wasn’t the mess
stream is so cold, got the cricks in the choke
chris i’m an angel, on sea ima walk
why should i stop, i can see the award
coz i know i can kick it and hugit one morn
so i better get it on and i better set it on
and i better keep it on steaming and the sweater wet and
ima petter to the beat so got this sh-t to reckon on coz ima double decker
n-gga hotter than a chilli pepper
how yall rest so slow what a go, d-mn it n-gga tryna make a little effort i
amplify, every ride from song to song it’s yaowa
yall reckless on my sh-tlist be sh-tless in the next time
yall dealin with affectless reallish villain, a special lyrical

-hook-
get em, get em….get em…get em
rollin with the chopper mode, chopper mode, chopper mode
and nothing can get in his rooooooooad
rollin, rollin with the chopper mode, chopper mode, chopper mode
and nothing can get in his road, in his road, in his road
rollin, rollin with the chopper mode, chopper mode, chopper mode
and nothing can get in his rooooooooad
rollin with the chopper mode, chopper mode, chopper mode
and nothing can get in his rooooooooad

-verse2-
got the rush out wack n-ggas braggin but the steelo
i’m feeling between em so bitter like a hippo in a reno
turn the music up quick, done so many frog kicks, bouta be a veyron, prestissimo
sorrow other n-ggas larghissimo, congealin the innocents in eskimo
he’s regulated a maniac, cans can’t man up a childish can’t beat em
versatile, rhythm, style, you can call me dr lead em
my raps’s only witness to my rank and file
worldwide shopper, recognize, poppin like it was some b-lls of a soccer
ladies gon tick me off, i’ll just go gaga, n’ as a plotter i switch it up
waiting for some comp (echo), usain bolt
lookin down on em all (echo), manute bol
don’t regard at all how they sayin the world’s getting to an end
and my trap got my life beginnin now on a roller coaster
but not gon getsick of it, these eminent elephants comin from powerless lands (echo)
who would though (echo)
madman tell me who would though ?
troubles and struggles are cousins
tottle bout mess’s stepbrother
my purpose’s not to be fuddle coz everything seem reciprocal
yall genio droll
i can keep spinin beats as in tennis like i swallowed a bbc radio so
feel the bona fide me strickin that m.i.c so green and mean, a mafioso
call that ish spoonerism, you’re not gona get him, what you’re bullin?
when i hop up on the rhymes it’s the mr seon bristol
can’t catch it up, your neck don’t stick it out and be a swoon victim
gourmet sh-t, man it goes yummy like a soggy hardtack to enhanced bellies
really, loaded blows any close body i’m honest and sloppy as a jockey
to the racing ami let me ride it ima dotty for a gaudy near the uzumaki
workin on controlin that orange capability inside me

- the mess lyrics

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