ChronicBoss - Illest Choppers 2 lyrics

[Verse 1: LîL hØllÖw] HØllÖw bringin bars you couldn't come and break apart, I put your organs in a cart and turnin murder into art, cause I been spittin wit some heart and everybody say it's dark, and bud it burning like it's bark, you motherf**ers wanna start? spit it wit a little bit of fast sh**, pa** it, blunt hit, something, up in my head cause I see you're all dead, when I lay this lead, on a white bed, of notebook spread, laying on my desk, man this is just a flow test, carving every lyric on, your mother's arm, murder them all, like a lyrical Saw, bear trap on your jaw, ripping it off, I flow and it makin em cough, I'm the chopper that breakin jaw, if there's somebody wanting talk, I be drowning em in a trough, rapper that rapin, the devil to Satan, I'm comin and wreckin em all, poppin a case in, like medication, f** it I'm going off, GO, somebody fakin I chop him to bacon exploding off of the bomb I'm makin coming to break it don't suffer debating f**in bet that I'm dominating, double the rap and I'm makin it fast and leavin the whack all stumbling back when I'm steppin up on the track and I be choppin a rapper to conversation, wit gamma that racin in abomination hit em wit my domination, choppa that pacin the devil awakened hit em wit that revelation, comet evasion d**h of the nation why you b**hes celebrating? f** it I'm makin it devastatin and k** em wit acceleration, slow it down a minute then I'm up and ima co*k, hit em wit the bullets I be spittin like a Glock, semi automatic or an AR wit a stock, Orlando when I get into the booth and make it pop, f*ggots on the ground and everybody catch a round from every time I make a sound, wanna talk sh** now? Take a shot I won't block, cause I know I got it on lock and I'm never gonna stop bringin the illest chop, nah...