Lyrics
yo dawg sit and listen
you a girl herb choppers
belong in the kitchen
so i question ya sex
like when i see these bitches
with manly facial features
criticize stuck on losing
like a race with leeches
leave you dropped in gutters
you dont belong in rap
like a stalking stuffer
pull a guns on this pussy,
count the bullets that dent
i'll leave a clip lonely
and you full of its friends
a murder in ya curcle
kid jumped in the ground
faster then a ninja turtle
like tupays under water
you need your wig twist
your getting pinched bitch
kid fronts a big dick
but thats only true
measued next to his rap dimensions
your to wack to mention
if you aim to beat me
with your wack sprays of garbage
then your anh archor in hurricanes
cuz your way of target
punch you straite retarded
flip and rip ya ass
this cats a chinese bum
the way chopsticks with trash
ima push back ya mentals
just like terrorist hit china
ima calapts ya temples
checking the next sickest lines
chop gets ripped with lies
you must be skilled.
because theres nothing to criticize
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