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chop - docborot lyrics

(docborot verse 1)
i call up hands for the does cuz he’s my bruh
and he don’t mind the fact that my mind is working like the movie saw
i popped i perc oh my god
now i’m down for the count
but hey i’m way up with god
mom and dad look at me now
i’m toxic as f*ck
but all that does is make panties drop
you think i’m gaslighting you b*tch i think you’re crazy as f*ck
now get in the truck
and go with the man to the job
she would
this job’s got jaws
i put a leash on her neck so that little b*tch do not ever wander off
[hook]
chop chop chop chop chop chop chop
wait stop that ain’t vegan bruh
chop chop chop chop chop chop chop
hey, stop , ya know, that ain’t equal bruh
chop chop chop chop chop chop chop
wait stop that ain’t vegan bruh

(docborot verse 2)
you lookin’ like a b*tch who’s off the sand with a man who’s mad wishing he was fishin with his dad
but he can’t
even stand stupid ass motherf*cker looking like a living walkin xan
i’m the type of motherf*cker just laugh and a dope bag tor’s pad 12s pad that you have
on trans
not a trap mesmerized by the fact that your workers ????

[rozz dyliams verse]
everyone against me is an evil ass manchurian
evoke the past revoke your past
you over time to turn it in
as the world burns as it turn just like a tourniquet
will silly suckers strive and try to one*up who the worse in this
purposeless and perpendicular to what your purpose is
an emphasis on everlasting drama leave you burned with it
flow so cold if you don’t wanna freeze you better hurry in
i’ll disconnect your head and leave you stinkin like a durian
19 shots up in my decon now the rodents scurry in
it’s ro double z the sodom slidin out the murky crypt
flippin birds and servin chickens
chickenhead don’t twerk to this
i don’t even wanna see your eyes through your burka slits
it’s quite impressive the manic depressive urge to get a gun and go to the grammys and blammy get to murdering
bourbon in a sippy cup and swervin in a suburban with a woman i met at church who has a tongue just like a serpent’s is
superficial and superfluous sociopathic tendency to befriend all my enemies and hurt them then
dylan had ana before an ???
imma need y’all to come and pile on top of me
stopping me never know imma need someone to take all the pain inflicting on the bodily
feel like i’m stuck in a maze it ain’t amazing enough i don’t think i see anything properly
probably feeling a symptom of demon possession possessing a solo low quality
qualitative contemplative a constant reminder forever my life will be on repeat
as linear time fly by i’m marching backwards on with the beat

- docborot lyrics

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