Twisted Insane
Twisted Insane
Twisted Insane
Twisted Insane
Twisted Insane
Twisted Insane
Twisted Insane & Kamikazi & Dalima
Twisted Insane & Charlie Ray
Twisted Insane & King Iso & Dikulz
Twisted Insane
Twisted Insane
Twisted Insane & King Iso & Brotha Lynch Hung
Twisted Insane & Blayne & Lyrikal
Twisted Insane
Twisted Insane & Charlie Ray
Twisted Insane & King Iso
Twisted Insane
Twisted Insane
Boy, oh boy….this track is Twisted, Iso, and long time Strange Music Artist, Brotha Lynch Hung chopping shit up in a very discretionary manner. They all pretty much rap about how they will chop anybody up, literally or musically, and then eat their corpses. They use the fast chopper rap flow to furt...
[Intro: Brotha Lynch Hung]
This what I eat...
Nah this.. this is what I eat...
Nah.. Nah this is what I eat
I.. I.. I.. eat this, ya know I mean?..
Yeah, enough from the
[Verse 1: Brotha Lynch Hung]
246 forty five s-e-v-en
Catch you while you trick or treatin' put you in the deep end
Anybody wanna get hit, I'ma spit shit right atchu
Put your body in the casket, all wrapped in plastic
I'ma get that meat!
Charboiled, barbecue, start a few beefs, hardboiled, not normal
S-I-C-C M-A-D-E, it'll be a long time before you niggas wanna see me
I'ma get that deep, when I get heat, I'ma get 3 niggas
Put 'em in the napsack with a back wrap, now you see nigga?
Hit 'em up that's that, is that I don't really give a see nigga
We with that shiznit, leavin' your brain split it
Sicker then hard liquor I get 'em with the break up, rape 'em
PC nigga - that ain't in my make up
I'ma need that raunchy bag
I see that enemy, y'all sell that bullshit, I sell that "ten a key"
[Hook: Brotha Lynch Hung & King ISO]
Chop suey
Chop suey
Nigga, chop suey
Nigga, chop suey
It's that chop suey
They don't really want it with a nigga that'll catch a nigga slippin' with the fully automatic then I gotta turn him into chop suey
They don't really want it with a nigga that'll catch a nigga slippin' with the fully automatic then I gotta turn him into chop suey
They don't really want it with a nigga that'll catch a nigga slippin' with the fully automatic then I gotta turn him into chop suey
They don't really want it with a nigga that'll catch a nigga slippin' with the fully automatic then I gotta turn him into chop suey
[Verse 2: King ISO]
Ain't nobody really here that fuckin' with the Brainsick
And if a nigga thought he was
I guess I gotta catch him slippin' with the stainless
Leave 'em brainless
Pop a nigga like a little pill to leave me painless
Get him wasted
Bitch you wanna fuck up on a nigga, 'cause he famous?
Nigga face it
I don't wanna have to kill a nigga but I'm anxious
When I pull up on a nigga
Bodybag a mutherfucker like it was the Matrix
We got a nation
Of mutherfuckers that'll kill you for fuckin' with Brainsick
Nigga you basic
Nine millimeters be knockin' you niggas up out of your Asics
You better take six
That bitch [?] a dick her wanna take this
They'll be lined up on tour, watch y'all bitches, better be patient
Chasin' my tour bus tryna find out where Insane went
Asian bitches let the nigga fuck and I think her name was Raylynn
They friends comin' to the Days Inn
And they all wanna get brained in
They kin with you nigga steady at the crib
Watchin' kids in the playpen
Blazin' while the bitch suckin' all up on my dick
And I'ma fuck her face then
Send her back to you with her legs bent
She'll be leavin' nigga by day ten
Amen, gettin' sick of fake friends
Leave a nigga bloody, need an apron
Put 'em on a plate then eat a mutherfucker
I don't even say my grace then
Cake and niggas stay broke
While I'm on the road, countin' out my cake then
With a hoe that'll give me throat
You already know that a nigga blazin'
On the dro, then I gotta go, bitch I'm on the road
I'ma keep you waitin'
I don't know, but I'm really zoned
I don't even know what the fuck a date is
I got a chrome, and I gotta zone
And I'm in a zone and I'm hella faded
Gotta hoe, that'll give me dome
Nothin' with a comb, finna get me braided
Gracious goodness, got a rich bitch and babies hoodrich
Like a big time and bitch I am cool maybe goodrich
In the kitchen whippin' with my killas, they be cookin'
If a nigga thinkin' they can fuck with me then they mistooken
Whippin' it, whippin' it real good like a babies whoopin'
Niggas ain't sicker than us, we hard and they be cushions
Sick of niggas always actin' like they hard and got toolies
Ah phooey, I'ma catch a nigga with a chopper then turn that nigga into
[Hook: Brotha Lynch Hung & King ISO]
Chop suey
Chop suey
Nigga, chop suey
Nigga, chop suey
It's that chop suey
They don't really want it with a nigga that'll catch a nigga slippin' with the fully automatic then I gotta turn him into chop suey
They don't really want it with a nigga that'll catch a nigga slippin' with the fully automatic then I gotta turn him into chop suey
They don't really want it with a nigga that'll catch a nigga slippin' with the fully automatic then I gotta turn him into chop suey
They don't really want it with a nigga that'll catch a nigga slippin' with the fully automatic then I gotta turn him into chop suey
[Verse 3: Twisted Insane]
I'ma have to go into a different level, cookin' like a devil
I don't wanna settle, heat 'em up and then I eat a bitch up like Wonton
Pull the millimeter, yes I was a heater
Send a bitch into a swan song
OG Baba Looey, choppa suey
Many mutherfuckers long gone, eat your bon bons
Comin' to the fullest, I'ma put a bullet in your long johns
Have you wish you would've stood up at the bed instead of a conversation with the razor
Blade, they don't want the fade I'ma have to pull up on 'em and I'm with the tazer
Nigga please, don't nobody beast, I'ma put your face in a cheese grater
Fuck a conversation on who greater, I'm Ali with the chopping
Cut the meat up, eat it with the Sake, pop me little Teriyaki
Apollo Creed the nigga like I'm Rocky, Daniel-son and Mr. Miyagi
They don't want it with 'em seriously eat a mutherfucker like hot Takis with karate
California roll up on a mutherfucker, stop me
This be kinda shit up in the [?] call a nigga papi
But she sloppy
Always wait for you to go to work and then she got me
Comin' in ya back and all up in your kitchen
Cook it like [?] while she's [?], no Bugatti
Just a bucket, I be yellin' fuck it, hop up in the back and suck it
I for reala said it, really do it here and leave the pussy all snotty
Every single bitch I ever gave a dick and probably can't nobody top it, probably is the reason when a nigga skiddin' I be tryna cut it like hydroxy
Too cocky
I be in the Phillipines smokin' on broccoli
Roll up on 'em, hit 'em with the soy sauce, get away on Kawasaki
I'm a fiend
I'm a type of nigga grippin' all up in your B-M's, little D-M, when I be him, the relationships are rocky, try and stop me
Niggas always wanna underestimate the razor
I don't wanna get the condom on
Tell the bitches hit me on the pager
I am on a different level, you don't wanna meddle, reachin' for the devil, couldn't even mess around and get the better of me homie, ain't nobody comin' greater
Alligator
Choppin' everybody, anybody wanna get it
Cîroc on your beef, come up with heat
So why the fuck you wanna book?
Nowadays these lil niggas wanna come in like they on top
Run up out the kitchen, it gets hot, real when I cook that
[Hook: Brotha Lynch Hung & King ISO]
Chop suey
Chop suey
Nigga, chop suey
Nigga, chop suey
It's that chop suey
They don't really want it with a nigga that'll catch a nigga slippin' with the fully automatic then I gotta turn him into chop suey
They don't really want it with a nigga that'll catch a nigga slippin' with the fully automatic then I gotta turn him into chop suey
They don't really want it with a nigga that'll catch a nigga slippin' with the fully automatic then I gotta turn him into chop suey
They don't really want it with a nigga that'll catch a nigga slippin' with the fully automatic then I gotta turn him into chop suey
Chop Suey was written by Twisted Insane.
Chop Suey was produced by King Iso.
Twisted Insane released Chop Suey on Sat Dec 31 2016.