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arakari – give em’ that chopper كلمات اغاني

[hook: arakari]
give em’ that popper, pop, pop, pop!
give em’ that chopper, chop, chop, chop!
give em’ that chopper, chop, chop, chop!
give it to em’, yeah, like “bah bah bah bah!”
(x4)

[verse 1: arakari]
yeah!
hit em’ with a little bit of filament to make em’ witness
metal in endeavor, golden medal in the pain olympics
shooting em’ with the novocaine
and drill their brain until their brain
exposed in better fashion taking a hammer then i smash em’
this is hard to say and and i’mma
make em all be takin’ the drama
hit em’ and i k!ll em’ with the venom and i gotta’
sickin’ em’ with a blindfold, k!llin’ em’ with my eye closed
double blackflip with a knife, and you got no…
long nose, right hook, leave you with a right look
beat you and i burn you like an artichoke, it’s hard
harder than i ever been, i never needed medicine
i’m better than a endocrine, i’m sick than excedrin
and i shred em’ with the lyrics, i’mma beef with ‘no reality’
you call it b-st–lity, i freak with evil casually
ominous with domino, i knock em’ all and see em’ fall
watch from the bluff, no people involved
for the choppers who poppin’ off proper
kamikazi k!ll em’ and i fill em’ with a bullet
from the top of the mag, unloading this
hittin’ em in the center for a fuller-fuller clip
sickin’ em with the venom, i’m a demon and i send em’
with the reverend i be teaching the people of the treason
committed to the day, hitting a hammer to the brain
poppin’ em, droppin’ em, puttin’ em in their graves
see it? believe it? a little more than fantasy…
i’m creeping with the reason with the malice i be keepin’ em
trapped? oh man, you locked?
there’s not another way you gotta go?
send em’ to the devil like a fiery avocado
i meant aficionado, it’s a lyrical epiphany
i’m coming with a symphony of armory-infantry
repeating the slaughter from the magazine and gasoline

[hook: arakari]
give em’ that popper, pop, pop, pop!
give em’ that chopper, chop, chop, chop!
give em’ that chopper, chop, chop, chop!
give it to em’, yeah, like “bah bah bah bah!”
(x4)

[verse 2: arakari]
the liquor in my body, man it’s sicker than a kamikaze
k!lling the illuminati, strikin’ em with the might of robbie
get a homi minute now, i see em’ go and wither now
i better known for k!llin’ all, leave n-body around
put you in the back of the bl–dy bath, now i gotta’ hack
hit em’ with an axe, finna’ go attack
black m-ssk in a hunting pack, see it with a mad–ss
finna’ go bad like my name was mad maxx
handful of reason why the rappers cannot touch this
vocab, it flow back, i’m born to -ssumption
beating a sicker lyricist, k!llin’ quick, dump in a ditch
murder a kid, diggin’ a rib, burn em’ with the match and lit
i be in your mind now, finna’ set to “time bomb”
gonna’ explode with the force of a shrine now
bars are finna’ rain down, fire gonna rain down
hail to the chief, my name is mr. greyhound
breaking em’, making em’, shaping the way
taking the brain, leave it to pave
sickin’ em with the venom, so i’m sick in the brain
born in california, i’d be twisted insane
you don’t wanna’ fight with that “bang, bang, bang, bang!”
you don’t wanna match with the “deevil rap”
hit you with the ether lap, have you doin’ “evil laugh”
see the last, k!ll the people beat em’ and i be the evil demon
with the need to go and feed and gas, just like this!
you are a fake, man it’s a d-mn shame
get a no-mark, so you wanna’ be a no-name?
nevertheless, i digress, sickin’ em with the evil rap
you don’t wanna fight when i’m comin’
and bringin’ and chewin’ a breast
stress from a warehouse, stressed about my whereabouts
what do you wanna know about it? you don’t need an earful
finna have your hair pull, tie down, cut you out and dry out
all your body pieces like an episode of cyclops
walking in a bar with a rumbling
tumbling tables, able to be b-mbling
jesus i’m evil i’m sicker than diseases bageezus!
no need bruh. i’m choppin’ em with the ease, kid
finna’ be the last, beat your -ss, scheming in a demon room
and torture you with justin bieber raps
seeking a sheikh and cream a beast
with the needs of g’s to predecease
i’m gone!

[hook: arakari]
give em’ that popper, pop, pop, pop!
give em’ that chopper, chop, chop, chop!
give em’ that chopper, chop, chop, chop!
give it to em’, yeah, like “bah bah bah bah!”
(x4)

- arakari

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