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twisted insane - chop suey lyrics

[intro: brotha lynch hung]
this what i eat…
nah this.. this is what i eat…
nah.. nah this is what i eat
i.. i.. i.. eat this, ya know i mean?..
yeah, enough from the

[verse 1: brotha lynch hung]
246 forty five s-e-v-en
catch you while you trick or treatin’ put you in the deep end
anybody wanna get hit, i’ma spit sh-t right atchu
put your body in the casket, all wrapped in plastic
i’ma get that meat!
charboiled, barbecue, start a few beefs, hardboiled, not normal
s-i-c-c m-a-d-e, it’ll be a long time before you n-gg-s wanna see me
i’ma get that deep, when i get heat, i’ma get 3 n-gg-s
put ’em in the napsack with a back wrap, now you see n-gg-?
hit ’em up that’s that, is that i don’t really give a see n-gg-
we with that shiznit, leavin’ your brain split it
sicker then hard liquor i get ’em with the break up, rape ’em
pc n-gg- – that ain’t in my make up
i’ma need that (ronty bag?)
i see that enemy, y’all sell that bullsh-t, i sell that “ten a key”

[hook: brotha lynch hung & king iso]
chop suey
chop suey
n-gg-, chop suey
n-gg-, chop suey
it’s that chop suey
they don’t really want it with a n-gg- that’ll catch a n-gg- slippin’ with the fully automatic then i gotta turn him into chop suey
they don’t really want it with a n-gg- that’ll catch a n-gg- slippin’ with the fully automatic then i gotta turn him into chop suey
they don’t really want it with a n-gg- that’ll catch a n-gg- slippin’ with the fully automatic then i gotta turn him into chop suey
they don’t really want it with a n-gg- that’ll catch a n-gg- slippin’ with the fully automatic then i gotta turn him into chop suey

[verse 2: king iso]
ain’t n-body really here that f-ckin’ with the brainsick
and if a n-gg- thought he was
i guess i gotta catch him slippin’ with the stainless
leave ’em brainless
pop a n-gg- like a [?] painless
get him wasted
b-tch you wanna f-ck up on a n-gg-, ’cause he famous?
n-gg- face it
i don’t wanna have to k!ll a n-gg- but i’m anxious
when i pull up on a n-gg-
bodybag a m-th-rf-cker like it was the matrix
we got a nation
of m-th-rf-ckers that’ll k!ll you for f-ckin’ with brainsick
n-gg- you basic
nine millimeters be knockin’ you n-gg-s up out of your asics
you better take six
that b-tch [?] a d-ck her wanna take this
they’ll be lined up on tour, watch y’all b-tches, better be patient
chasin’ my tour bus tryna find out where insane went
asian b-tches let the n-gg- f-ck and i think her name was raylynn
they friends comin’ to the days inn
and they all wanna get brained in
they kin with you n-gg- steady at the crib
watchin’ kids in the playpen
blazin’ while the b-tch suckin’ all up on my d-ck
and i’ma f-ck her face then
send her back to you with her legs bent
she’ll be leavin’ n-gg- by day ten
amen, gettin’ sick of fake friends
leave a n-gg- bl–dy, need an apr-n
put ’em on a plate then eat a m-th-rf-cker
i don’t even say my grace then
cake and n-gg-s stay broke
while i’m on the road, countin’ out my cake then
with a hoe that’ll give me throat
you already know that a n-gg- blazin’
on the dro, then i gotta go, b-tch i’m on the road
i’ma keep you waitin’
i don’t know, but i’m really zoned
i don’t even know what the f-ck a date is
i got a chrome, and i gotta zone
and i’m in a zone and i’m h-lla faded
gotta hoe, that’ll give me dome
nothin’ with a comb, finna get me braided
gracious goodness, got a rich b-tch and babies hoodrich
like a big time and b-tch i am cool maybe goodrich
in the kitchen whippin’ with my k!llas, they be cookin’
if a n-gg- thinkin’ they can f-ck with me then they mistooken
whippin’ it, whippin’ it real good like a babies whoopin’
n-gg-s ain’t sicker than us, we hard and they be cushions
sick of n-gg-s always actin’ like they hard and got toolies
[?] i’ma catch a n-gg- with a chopper then turn that n-gg- into

[verse 3: twisted insane]
i’ma have to go into a different level, cookin’ like a devil
i don’t wanna settle, heat ’em up and then i eat a b-tch up like wonton
pull the millimeter, yes i was a heater
send a b-tch into a swan song
og baba looey, choppa suey
many m-th-rf-ckers long gone, eat your bon bons
comin’ to the fullest, i’ma put a bullet in your long johns
have you wish you would’ve stood up at the bed instead of a conversation with the razor
blade, they don’t want the fade i’ma have to pull up on ’em and i’m with the tazer
n-gg- please, don’t n-body beast, i’ma put your face in a cheese grater
f-ck a conversation on who greater, i’m ali with the chopping
cut the meat up, eat it with the sake, pop me little teriyaki
apollo, treat the n-gg- like i’m rocky, daniel-son and mr. miyagi
they don’t want it with ’em seriously eat a m-th-rf-cker like hot takis with karate
california roll up on a m-th-rf-cker, stop me
this be kinda sh-t up in the [?] walk up on a n-gg- poppin’
but she sloppy
always wait for you to go to work and then she got me
comin’ in ya back and all up in your kitchen
cook it like [?] while she’s [?], no bugatti
just a bucket, i be yellin’ f-ck it, hop up in the back and suck it
i for reala said it, really do it here and leave the p-ssy all snotty
every single b-tch i ever gave a d-ck and probably can’t n-body top it, probably is the reason when a n-gg- skiddin’ i be tryna cut it like hydroxy
too c-cky
i be in the phillipines smokin’ on broccoli
roll up on ’em, hit ’em with the soy sauce, get away on kawasaki
i’m a fiend
i’m a type of n-gg- grippin’ all up in your b-m’s, little d-m, when i be him, the relationships are rocky, try and stop me
n-gg-s always wanna underestimate the razor
i don’t wanna get the condom on
tell the b-tches h-t me on the pager
i am on a different level, you don’t wanna meddle, reachin’ for the devil, couldn’t even mess around and get the better of me homie, ain’t n-body comin’ greater
alligator
choppin’ everybody, anybody wanna get it
cîroc on your beef, come up with heat
so why the f-ck you wanna book?
nowadays these lil n-gg-s wanna come in like they on top
run up out the kitchen, it gets hot, real when i cook that

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