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lirik lagu k9ine/magnum - bloxy choppers

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(intro) (k. n9ne)

flip on finnish f~ggots with five~seven’s shut the f~ck up white wannabe fn

f’in finish these f~ckwits f~ck n~

raw~dog a c~cked sawed off solo, the 590 sends shockwaves through a n~gga when i f~ck him off

(verse 1) (stronkgod)

back again, time to gain my sk!lls, this is what i’m going to aim, i forgot about to sync my lyrics with the jam

but i simply don’t give a d~mn, just say cheese to the cam, or i will run you over with my ram, you may look at the cover i had for this song godd~mn

but, i’m glad that back to the ring, it has been a while since i didn’t pressed to the bell ring (the b~tton). sorry i didn’t meant to tell that, mind if i grabbed you by the chin so you won’t have to deal with this noise?

time to beat you in black jack, you know where the game set goes to? my back pack. look at the sound of the clock “tick tack”. you may be a subject for my next smack, or i may eat you for a snack

you may be worse than jack black. listen to my new soundtrack. i shall prepare for my next attack. time for the next scam, oh wait did you heard “scan”? nah, i’m gonna start a wave with dozens of hacks

loading up my taser, it may last longer than a laser gun, but once it is finished, you better run. because when you will be gone, i am not done leaving you alone

i got put on a storage, all i had to eat was an orange, i just want a syringe!

300 miligram of sugar, confusing than that old telegram, i mean they were some piece of cr~p. try to pass 6 kilograms. (aye)

rising up to the next rank, we are now a surprising gang. oops, mind if i call you “hank”? just because i find you ridiculous

this is a major day, better tell that to the mayor, so he doesn’t waste his time on watching taylor!
this is not worse than my neighbor, the man never changed his calendar! (yuh)

look at my rapping streak, more surprising than my peak, maybe it looks like a sneak peek

everywhere we go, we get to roll (in we get to rap). but at least i get to troll

try to humble, this is now the time to rumble. you may be in huge trouble if you stumbled across us

see those thugs? show’em some love. but not with drugs, nor mud

all hail myself, what? you thought i was selfish? of course im talking about hail storms

dance like a worm, now spin like a mealstrom. now try to be at least quite strong

i think he just dropped something, did he/diddy? yeah he dropped an apology that sucked. you just f~cked up. that is just silly

that is clear without me, just follow me and there will be no more controversies!

they call this the midwest choppers, we call this the southwest suckers

load up the sk!lls of mine on a game, get the k!lls with a landmine

climb up to that hill, that is good way to fill up the energy

that last diss on me was ehhh, but not the worst that i have seen, serrice doesn’t have mercy after what happened

send those bars in case that we are in war, pulling up on my new car

took a penny from someone’s jar

this is misery, but not for the state of missouri

because we are now the~oh wait, we didn’t finished with me, didn’t we?

i pull up on my backyard, with my nascar, with a greek god on my soul, ask god why

he may respond that because i am a rap god, but let’s go back to the front yard, because it is loud on the back yard

spitting those syllabes, like if they were some old marbles, chewing them and spit them out, yeah wait till i get booed, when the mood will change

spent time on my hive, crawling out because it is too tight, but it is night, i don’t why i’m always right, but we gotta write something while we wait for the light

(hook) (k. n9ne)

bloxy choppers! hittin em up with c~cked glockers, oppas get choppered n cops get droppered

(verse 2) (k. n9ne)

(chyeah)

flippin on f~ggots with f~ckin fn’s like a sh~t green no silver

(chyeah)

f~ckin up f~ckers with an fnx in a gnx havin booty s~x like i got sl~ts in a trans~am like men with a v~g~n~

(chyeah)

ain’t choppin but im causin a ruckus like messy s.e.x though im only going 7 s.p.s, “u a bad chopper” i ain’t tryna

(chyeah)

n~ggas sayin im jackin from n9na n i only do writtens, n~gga this a freewrite so proof im mad witout tryin

(aye!)

the (chyeah) isnt a line but im fine in person freestylin, puffin backwoods in the six fo drop top actin unfine

(aye!)

this the last line befo’ i go full apesh~t like a monkey hoe gettin b~ttf~cked by a buff baboon in b~b~b~belarus

(bloxy! choppers!!!! we goin down in history n~gga!) (twelve syllables in it n~gga)

flippin n kickin n illin someone gemme my penicillin for my p~ssy prollems so i can pick up sl~ts

prolapse you like ~n~l f~ck n ima drop the world like we fallin up but all yall haters can shut the f~ck up

c~cked pump shotgun to slug sluggers and squatters from sydney to alice springs f~ck the victoria opps

midwest n~gga im a midwest chopper! catfish billy the way im illi~ng and k!lli~ng n~ggas with c~cked glocks

knee a n~gga in his m~th~f~ckin nuts n load n c~ck a sawed off i done raw dogged in the time it takes the emt to arrive

c~ck a colt n k!ll a cult in the time it takes a n~gga to k!ll a chopper with a choppa n a c~cked cz~85

strange, shady or jive! ion give 2 flyin f~cks like 9/11 sendin innocent bystanders to heaven when or if they die

mama from new south but my daddy from the d (chk) (chka) 313, “ill punk you” ill beat ya brakes off ‘fo you try

grew up off yela n tha n9ne, my rhyme scheme meaner, i finna be in fo mo than a misdemeanour, after you die

pie face a n~gga at the servo (gas station), did a n~gga do it at pieface? wipe out the white race with a mp5

c~cked k’s be sprayin, f~ck n~ggas on the block be prayin, im k’in everybody in sight, stone a n~gga with lead, he experiencin anotha typa high

dont try comin at the group of choppers choppin chokin choppers while we c~ckin choppas or you finna die

(bridge) (m~ffled) (that mexican ot sample)

i walk around with a big stick
it can make lil’ buddy do a backflip
hundred~round drum, i don’t miss sh~t
hit his ass up, have his mama throw a b~tch fit
say he want smoke, push up, you can hit this
boss~ass mexican, i got me a rich b~tch
slide down his block, i’ma knock off his top
i’ma reload the glock, scratch his name off the hitlist

(interlude) (k. n9ne) (acapella)

yo yall motherf~ckers thought i was done, haha!

think again n~gga!

cue the outro n~gga!!

(outro) (k. n9ne)

lift sh~t with big sticks!

full clip we bangin the joint in this sh~t!

full magazine in the gat make me rip this!

i will fit, 50 rounds in the k if i gotta, but for now ima just rock em with choppers!

n9ne & stronk k!llin it again murderin all you motherf~ckers!


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