Chopsticks

Choppers and sticks, mr miyagi
She ride my dick like a big Kawasaki
Got a new bitch, she give me toppy
Mobbin like gotti in lobbies on saki
Choppers and sticks, mr miyagi
I think the cops know that I caught a body
Blckbrd the devil and no-one can stop me
You sloppy, I’m killing myself, kamikaze

Fuck, right?
Teeter on my trust, right?
Act small, talkin tiny like a dust mite
Bullet time, slow mo for the sus guys
One life taken is another real fun night
Killer, this mic dead like thriller
D. Walt white, kingpin and I drill her
Crossfade, drop a pill inside Miller
Went the wrong way, it’s still bars no filler
Hit the powder room, I’m bout the boof, it’s hour two, she snort blow and it left her blue
I’m mad at you, I’ll bash your tooth, and tie noose if the grey goose don’t get me your girls caboose
It’s sad but true, the bags are through, and she taboo
And Thanks are due to to bank a noose for you
Politics, don’t fuck with 202
Lonely bitch, I’m loveless in the booth
I’m the first to give out executions in rap
A rude barely human with shoes worth a bag
My self delusion is better than crack
Demons have fused and it’s proven they’re back
The pastors have tried
Seventy times
To kill the behemoth that’s resting inside
My mind is a nest for an unholy wretch
It sleeps in the void that you left in my life

Choppers and sticks, mr miyagi
She ride my dick like a big Kawasaki
Got a new bitch, she give me toppy
Mobbin like gotti in lobbies on saki
Choppers and sticks, mr miyagi
I think the cops know that I caught a body
Blckbrd the devil and no-one can stop me
You sloppy, I’m Killin myself, kamikaze

Motherfucker got them problems
You crackheads all nuts like almonds
I dissolve shit like a solvent
Then I pop it til I’m nauseous
Bitch i pop you like balloons in my expensive shoes, I’m on the moon
Dad said that I’d never blow up
I ain’t runnin out of juice
NASA when I blast off
Bitch rats want the sap, money in a
Matchbox
And you really tried to stab but I dust it back off
And I know you prolly know me but I’m never mask off
Spent last year in a bad headspace
Money too low, had to relocate
Now they all sayin I’m shit or I’m great
So I stay quiet and I rack my pay, okay
Cross fade like I’m the son of a fucking god
You been duckin out my homies and thinkin your luck is on
Go gorilla when I spit it bitch I feel like Grodd
Killstreak nuke cod, Nagasaki my bomb
Its
Benzodiazepines all working separately
Long with the ecstasy, I kill it readily
Lean in my Snapple, I’m slumped and my spirit bring death like a rattle
So please just stop meddling
I just made friends with the devil
He said he’d fix my problems I got several
My brains made of metal, I am inorganically settled
Was painted but only with stencils
I’m high every week
They worried I never sleep
I don’t eat, only work and stay smokin my weed
I just need thc or the lean or some liquor to drink
So I dont feel the things that I think