100 round clip 100 round clip 100 round clip 100 round clip If a nigga really want it I'll Whoop one nigga stomach And I'm movin' like a comet 'Cause I spit it super sonic And I get it while begun and Motherfuckers that be RoboCopin' niggas and Every time a nigga really wanna point it, and I hit 'em with the chopper And everybody wanna stop It's like I'm runnin' from the cops They wonderin' why that boy is shot at But they never hit the block Without a bustin' on that chop Because they never know when little niggas wanna come and pop With a (brain, brain, brain) I remember cynical, stereotypical niggas it's pitiful Never dismissable, never difficult Inadimissable, individual lookin' like a nigga will put you up in a ritual When your babblin' your "yabba-dabba-doo", and I don't know what you was sayin' but I know it sounded stupid I don't know if you was playin' but I know I gotta prove it Everytime a nigga's spittin' at a motherfucker lose it So I hit with a (100 round clip) The ability to chop and never stop I'm at the top While you all sit around and talk about it Really really hot like I'm a fully auto block and When I walked into the room these motherfuckers want to bop And I can hit it from the bottom I can hit it from the top And I can take another bottle, I can take another shot And I can hit you with that motherfucker With you I don't give a fuck who sent you I'm a killer so I really gotta get 'em Man I'm all up in 'em, walkin' with a motherfuckin' midget When she got some big old nipples Cuz she got some big old titties And I really don't wanna be rude and leave Without taking a little nibble of the food my nigga that'll be a titty And I gotta take a little bit of medicine Because my head has been shredded out of excedrin and brainsick Sick of niggas saying they the sickest in the game Run around sick, never trip when I come with this shit I am the chosen 1 to the head 2 to the head 3 to the head When I hit em with a (100 round clip) Tell me they really wanna give up shit if they Get to really choppin' the people I'm Finna kill em and fill em up with the venom and Shoot 'em up at his denim this homie they go and Get 'em I boot 'em up in the ceiling the hit was a business dealins I hit him with penecilin Put pressure up on his wounds and I bury bodies in villas Get ready for nigga's feelins, I'm murderin' everybody and Doin' it like I'm Gandhi and fuckin' with niggas squealin' I'm workin’ never stationed I’m filled with the motivation I’ll see you all on vacation then anybody who hatin' I'm poppin' the biggest waist and I Put one up in your face I got niggas off of the cages, I gave you one for the kid and I'm feelin' somebody fake when increasin' the murder rate How was the music goin' and flowin there? it is great I be choppin' up every nigga that thinkin' they wouldn't be choppin' up into pieces Well motherfucker, watch and let me demonstrate (100 round clip) Hit 'em whenever they wanna run up and leave a nigga leakin' Leave it to me because I’m really about the business They better bet your cranium, I never should have spot until a nigga point the Glock at every single fuckin' witness Fuck yes I like to play doctor Got my butt hurt, when you heard I bopped her I took her to iHop, then I hopped her I'm Twisted Insane, yeah the worldwide chopper! Yea And that's how you get shit done That's how you get it done Brainsick! Run around sick, never trip when I come with this shit I am the chosen 1 to the head 2 to the head 3 to the head When I hit em with a (100 round clip)