| Swing with my chopper, chopper, swing with my chopper
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| Swing with my chopper, chopper, swing with my chopper
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| Maybe I’ll feel okay if I do some cocaine
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| All of that dope in the system filled something I won’t be so lame
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| Ain’t gonna get mood swing
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| Then gonna tie loose end
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| Then I’mma grab that punk and I break that bone, motherfucker no saint
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| I break your bone with a fist
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| I don’t give a motherfuck
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| I break your bone with a fist
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| I don’t give a motherfuck
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| I break your bone with a fist
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| I don’t give a motherfuck
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| I break your bone with a fist
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| I don’t give a motherfuck
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| No cunt, I cannot die
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| Bones chomp, making 'em fly
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| No son coming so vile
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| Taking my knife and I’m easing your mind
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| Gon' bust, I cannot fail
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| No just making them pale
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| Don’t trust noone, I stay
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| Low and I’m keeping it down, I’m ashamed
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| Swing with my chopper, chopper, swing with my chopper
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| Swing with my chopper, chopper, swing with my chopper
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| Swing with my chopper, chopper, swing with my chopper
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| Swing with my chopper, chopper, swing with my chopper
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| Slay, slay, ain’t no game
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| Voice, and calling for my name
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| Triple-triple psycho might go fuck them wounds, I’m losing me
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| Chain-chain smoking man 'causing death and choking me
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| All that black tar, fuck that specter, might gonna stop and kill my way
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| I break your bone with a fist
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| I don’t give a motherfuck
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| I break your bone with a fist
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| I don’t give a motherfuck
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| I break your bone with a fist
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| I don’t give a motherfuck
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| I break your bone with a fist
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| I don’t give a motherfuck |