Rozz Dyliams - Chopsaw Em lyrics
[Rozz Dyliams - Chopsaw Em lyrics]
Ayy bruh you tryna let me get
A sip of that King Cobra
Forever the sickest infected dick
In my britches
I'm tying bitches to bridges and burn em'
Down so sleep with the fishes
I'm vicious when my baby sauce
Dribbles on your bitches nipples
Before I fucked her silly with a rusty chisel
I'm off the hizzle banging with the
Born of barren womym and
Making you hang yourself off the
Fan in your parents room
I know you love the sound
Cantankerous underground pound for
Pound wrapped in a blanket
Made of Alaskan flounder
I'm pacing back and forth waiting
For you at the door
Waiting for you to come out so
I can pull a gun out if somе bitches run out
I'ma have some fun now
If you spеak to me I will
Pleasantly pull your tongue out
I pull my gun out yeah I'm down
To fire shots in broad day
Main street kill a bitch, kill a cop
I cop a sack of killer bud and fill the bowl
And rip it off and also got some angel dust
I trust it make me go ballistic
Bitches in Miami tend to cower
At the sight of me
Probably cause their boyfriends mad
And fantasizing fighting me
You can not fight righteously if
Only with your fists
I speak with doctrine as if
Jesus did not exist
He's dead bloodshed in the back
Of the tour van i hit you with the force as
If I had four hands
Gore kill never silent and discreet
I hammer smash and lacerate your
Face in the fucking street
A sip of that King Cobra
Forever the sickest infected dick
In my britches
I'm tying bitches to bridges and burn em'
Down so sleep with the fishes
I'm vicious when my baby sauce
Dribbles on your bitches nipples
Before I fucked her silly with a rusty chisel
I'm off the hizzle banging with the
Born of barren womym and
Making you hang yourself off the
Fan in your parents room
I know you love the sound
Cantankerous underground pound for
Pound wrapped in a blanket
Made of Alaskan flounder
I'm pacing back and forth waiting
For you at the door
Waiting for you to come out so
I can pull a gun out if somе bitches run out
I'ma have some fun now
If you spеak to me I will
Pleasantly pull your tongue out
I pull my gun out yeah I'm down
To fire shots in broad day
Main street kill a bitch, kill a cop
I cop a sack of killer bud and fill the bowl
And rip it off and also got some angel dust
I trust it make me go ballistic
Bitches in Miami tend to cower
At the sight of me
Probably cause their boyfriends mad
And fantasizing fighting me
You can not fight righteously if
Only with your fists
I speak with doctrine as if
Jesus did not exist
He's dead bloodshed in the back
Of the tour van i hit you with the force as
If I had four hands
Gore kill never silent and discreet
I hammer smash and lacerate your
Face in the fucking street