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interchopper is a fraud - b$t yung mcchicken lyrics

[intro]
f*ckin’ interchopper
more like math professor
yung mcchicken finna spaze on this b*tch!

[verse 1]
thinkin’ of breakin’ ’em breakin’ ’em breakin’ ’em breakin’ ’em breakin’ ’em breakin’ ’em fakin’ ’em fakin’ ’em fakin’ ’em breakin’ a f*g and i’m breakin’ a f*g and i’m fakin’ ’em out, hop and takin’ ’em and be takin’ ’em and fakin’ breakin’ ’em be takin’ ’em be takin’ ’em and what i got and what i got and what i got and what i got and what i got and what i*becomin’ and becomin’ and becomin’ and becomin’ and becomin’ and becomin’ and coverin’ and coverin’ and hovеrin’ ’em and coverin’ and becovеrin’ ’em coverin’ ’em and coverin’ ’em and coverina* wanna i’ma hit ’em with the chopperous sh*t ain’t n0body finna wanna really get it down, i feel a motherf*ckin’ win i’m boutta get ’em with the habit of how to do it and the motherf*cker rob it then i fill ’em up with venom, i’ma number them, i’m evil better batter it up my n*ggas, a motherf*cker spittin’ it might get lost i’ma gear fourth lookin’ at an absolute motherf*ckin’ b*tch you better get the f*ckin’ cameras i’m the chopper from georgia, rappin’ in english ready for the battle, boutta chop up some sickness see? checkin’ off with a band, boom wonderful boom when a motherf*cker shows you a weakness hit ’em and get ’em a body, get up and i’m done so i get ’em all down f*ck it, i’ma punch you with a motherf*ckin’ pulse maybe all my b*tches are motivated by the feelin’ some of them n*ggas are thinkin’ that they’re gonna find a cool lyric, i’m born, somebody ready for the toast it’s gonna fall, b*tch in the song, it’s overdosed summon ’em when i’m up there, sicker than a motherf*cker it’s overdosed, it’s overdone flow and never fall get you with the vithar put you on and send you right through i’ma get you with the vifer get ’em with the bars, skippin’ the bad advice sickin’ ’em is the way, never to get ’em up pack it up with the illest chopper, my negative monster thinkin’ of getting away? i’ma chop it up and i’m up, well b*tch, you’re sh*t you got some more to say? come and try to get jump on me get you and i batter when i get in this you flinchin’, never gave a n*gga forceful hits and i’m runnin’, when i get it i’ma dash your brain, boutta get it, but b*tch, you would never flow to the point of heat it’s a syllabic war the pain lookin’ at me, i can see you’re afraid they want to but i put all the b*tches in between, another been chop off another head, a b*tch insane i put the voodoo in the noodle, fill ’em with the pain i warned you, wanna get it? well you’re dead, fam chop up when i get it, b*tch i put you in the house, i flay i’m boutta k!ll it with the apostles, they gonna body you put ’em under with a motherf*ckin’ goku, weeb…… put ’em under with a motherf*ckin’ goku, weeb…… put ’em under with a motherf*ckin’ goku, weeb…… put ’em under with a motherf*ckin’ goku, weeb…… when i’m attackin’ ’em and packin’ ’em, end ’em, if somebody comin’ and bringin’ it better, come in and f*ck it, i win, now get off, i’m choppin’ to k!ll ’em but now for the murder, backin’ ’em back in the corner but f*ck it, i’m back in to murder cause somebody bringin’ it bad again, i be choppin’ to get ’em up, soon for somebody, packin’ ’em under, back in, i’ma get ’em and k!ll ’em, i come in to get ’em, murderin’, im boutta k!ll ’em, i’m takin’ the p*ss, i’m boutta come in and combat, ah f*ck it, i’m boutta go numbin’, i’m makin’ ’em forget, i’m stompin’ ’em, comin’ to ship it, i’m broader, we’re makin’ a pentagram, give a sh*t but i’m comin’ and batterin’ down, no witness chopping out out the window f*ckin’ with ’em whenever you get the body’s i’m the only one who’s gonna get a chopper lyrical pulse the sound of a devil motherf*cker whenever i’m with the venom and the circular down and i put ’em in a demon devin wrist chopping syllables that i put ’em a coffin when are we are going to win this next when are we are going to win this next when are we are going to win this next when are we are going to win this next put ’em on a motherf*ckin’ hitlist i’ve been assessing and if you wanna spit words shoutout to dansonn when are we are going to win this next when are we are going to win this next

[verse 2]
put ’em in a bag and i f*ck ’em all up they coming to taking it back but they come on and they looking and playing a game with the f*cker many deal with a person who making a bluff and i’m breakin’ ’em off and i’m making the posse that makin’ ’em run we be takin’ ’em closer making ’em faster makin’ ’em close it, i’m making ’em puzzled, look at ’em jump this time i’m breakin’ a syllable thinkin’ how long we gonna be how will they build but if i can predict for the f*ck of it f*cking the plan up they gotta be telling me fill ’em with flows that are makin’ ’em plot to bringing and braking and making a rut the feeling of bringin’ it bigger then run up, i done ’em, i get ’em all then i’m all done murder begun let em all run they can never get away when i’m bringing the tongue i’m being shone n0body is done try to get up on my level they can never become come back from the grave but don’t look at my face if i get ’em in place like i’m hearing the tome when i load me a bowl of my greenery strong i then open my third eye and they better run but if they’re thinking of bringing it wicked and bringing the pain i’m living i’m thinking i’m giving a f*ck about the hater that never think i been on, get ’em many motherf*ckers went off but i caught ’em try to get away and i’m planning to bring slaughter open up to face with the razor blade that start up told you with the breath of the face i can trace smarter and brought up in heart of this picking em buckin’ ’em making ’em panic and praying to their father do you really wanna get it you become a target bout die quick in a minute you don’t really wanna be the one that i’ma fill up with the cobalt and they wind up with their mother f*cking missing they don’t want to listen look into the vision k!ll em with a burden when i get ’em in the kitchen i’m sick of the fighting i make pulp when i’m coming to break ’em up and murder anybody who be thinking that they be f*cking with the mission to be underground chopping

[verse 3]
i wasn’t on undaground choppers 1 or undaground choppers 7 but add ’em together and that’s 8 now i’m back for the rape of the ones who tried to hate tried to say they didn’t miss me b*tch please you can take all that sh*t to the bank and cash it in quickly a circular saw bladed frisbee’s coming to hit you in the face get ya laced with a lyrical taste of one of the greats, someone debates suffer the fate sucking and biting ’em all with the wreckronomican flow i make these motherf*ckers realize i am the g.o.a.t of uc when i flow, i’m to k!ll these guys with the lethal flame you breath? no i breath plus i be done with all the dumb sh*t make amends and k!ll a beef holler out to k*fix man i hope we keep the peace yo we gotta hit ’em all up with the nightbreed swinging a blade slicing through the air like a nike they saw me lay the body on the counter it wasn’t me but then again it might be behind me my bike be a 1400 lightspeed just like when i be spitting it at lightspeed where’s double s with the godspeed we’re the ones so godly don’t mind us were probably probing ya hardly dunkin’ ya head in a potty the sign of this grotesque it’s probably gonna cause a protest oh sh*t i’m sorry but i’m the one branding the official t.r.u. on these hoes chest i’m brandon lee in the crow’s nest scoping with the flow coasting like a locus don’t notice halloween it won’t be no hocus pocus jokers right out of me pounding see me give zero f*cks about my speed or how may bars that i spit on these tracks slash ya motherf*cking neck open let go and let the blood spew like leftover watery lasagna not even the geico gecko could help ya family with the finances i’m manson when it comes to the cult of the lyrical followers calling ’em like high hands in the air but bomb ’em and make ’em fear like eminem’s saying f*ck trump b.e.t and i agree, send trump another lyrical d.d.t how you gonna keep up with the sonic tails! flying by you so fast i got a comet tail drinking a bottled ale i’m a villain like gargamel got ’em all nervous hiding up under the bed and biting nails my style is fresh never stale i don’t horse around you will get impaled then i’ll run around in circles holding you like you were riding on a carousel!

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