Chop Suey lyrics

[Intro: Brotha Lynch Hung]
This what I eat...
Nah this.. this is what I eat...
Nah.. Nah this is what I eat
I.. I.. I.. eat this, ya know I mean?..
Yeah, enough from the

[Verse 1: Brotha Lynch Hung]
246 forty five s-e-v-en
Catch you while you trick or treatin' put you in the deep end
Anybody wanna get hit, I'ma spit sh*t right atchu
Put your body in the casket, all wrapped in plastic
I'ma get that meat!
Charboiled, barbecue, start a few beefs, hardboiled, not normal
S-I-C-C M-A-D-E, it'll be a long time before you n*ggas wanna see me
I'ma get that deep, when I get heat, I'ma get 3 n*ggas
Put 'em in the napsack with a back wrap, now you see n*gga?
Hit 'em up that's that, is that I don't really give a see n*gga
We with that shiznit, leavin' your brain split it
Sicker then hard liquor I get 'em with the break up, rape 'em
PC n*gga - that ain't in my make up
I'ma need that raunchy bag
I see that enemy, y'all sell that bullsh*t, I sell that "ten a key"

[Hook: Brotha Lynch Hung & King ISO]
Chop suey
Chop suey
n*gga, chop suey
n*gga, chop suey
It's that chop suey
They don't really want it with a n*gga that'll catch a n*gga slippin' with the fully automatic then I gotta turn him into chop suey
They don't really want it with a n*gga that'll catch a n*gga slippin' with the fully automatic then I gotta turn him into chop suey
They don't really want it with a n*gga that'll catch a n*gga slippin' with the fully automatic then I gotta turn him into chop suey
They don't really want it with a n*gga that'll catch a n*gga slippin' with the fully automatic then I gotta turn him into chop suey
[Verse 2: King ISO]
Ain't nobody really here that f*ckin' with the Brainsick
And if a n*gga thought he was
I guess I gotta catch him slippin' with the stainless
Leave 'em brainless
Pop a n*gga like a little pill to leave me painless
Get him wasted
b*tch you wanna f*ck up on a n*gga, 'cause he famous?
n*gga face it
I don't wanna have to kill a n*gga but I'm anxious
When I pull up on a n*gga
Bodybag a mutherf*cker like it was the Matrix
We got a nation
Of mutherf*ckers that'll kill you for f*ckin' with Brainsick
n*gga you basic
Nine millimeters be knockin' you n*ggas up out of your Asics
You better take six
That b*tch [?] a di*k her wanna take this
They'll be lined up on tour, watch y'all b*tches, better be patient
Chasin' my tour bus tryna find out where Insane went
Asian b*tches let the n*gga f*ck and I think her name was Raylynn
They friends comin' to the Days Inn
And they all wanna get brained in
They kin with you n*gga steady at the crib
Watchin' kids in the playpen
Blazin' while the b*tch suckin' all up on my di*k
And I'ma f*ck her face then
Send her back to you with her legs bent
She'll be leavin' n*gga by day ten
Amen, gettin' sick of fake friends
Leave a n*gga bloody, need an apron
Put 'em on a plate then eat a mutherf*cker
I don't even say my grace then
Cake and n*ggas stay broke
While I'm on the road, countin' out my cake then
With a hoe that'll give me throat
You already know that a n*gga blazin'
On the dro, then I gotta go, b*tch I'm on the road
I'ma keep you waitin'
I don't know, but I'm really zoned
I don't even know what the f*ck a date is
I got a chrome, and I gotta zone
And I'm in a zone and I'm hella faded
Gotta hoe, that'll give me dome
Nothin' with a comb, finna get me braided
Gracious goodness, got a rich b*tch and babies hoodrich
Like a big time and b*tch I am cool maybe goodrich
In the kitchen whippin' with my killas, they be cookin'
If a n*gga thinkin' they can f*ck with me then they mistooken
Whippin' it, whippin' it real good like a babies whoopin'
n*ggas ain't sicker than us, we hard and they be cushions
Sick of n*ggas always actin' like they hard and got toolies
Ah phooey, I'ma catch a n*gga with a chopper then turn that n*gga into
[Hook: Brotha Lynch Hung & King ISO]
Chop suey
Chop suey
n*gga, chop suey
n*gga, chop suey
It's that chop suey
They don't really want it with a n*gga that'll catch a n*gga slippin' with the fully automatic then I gotta turn him into chop suey
They don't really want it with a n*gga that'll catch a n*gga slippin' with the fully automatic then I gotta turn him into chop suey
They don't really want it with a n*gga that'll catch a n*gga slippin' with the fully automatic then I gotta turn him into chop suey
They don't really want it with a n*gga that'll catch a n*gga slippin' with the fully automatic then I gotta turn him into chop suey

[Verse 3: Twisted Insane]
I'ma have to go into a different level, cookin' like a devil
I don't wanna settle, heat 'em up and then I eat a b*tch up like Wonton
Pull the millimeter, yes I was a heater
Send a b*tch into a swan song
OG Baba Looey, choppa suey
Many mutherf*ckers long gone, eat your bon bons
Comin' to the fullest, I'ma put a bullet in your long johns
Have you wish you would've stood up at the bed instead of a conversation with the razor
Blade, they don't want the fade I'ma have to pull up on 'em and I'm with the tazer
n*gga please, don't nobody beast, I'ma put your face in a cheese grater
f*ck a conversation on who greater, I'm Ali with the chopping
Cut the meat up, eat it with the Sake, pop me little Teriyaki
Apollo Creed the n*gga like I'm Rocky, Daniel-son and Mr. Miyagi
They don't want it with 'em seriously eat a mutherf*cker like hot Takis with karate
California roll up on a mutherf*cker, stop me
This be kinda sh*t up in the [?] call a n*gga papi
But she sloppy
Always wait for you to go to work and then she got me
Comin' in ya back and all up in your kitchen
Cook it like [?] while she's [?], no Bugatti
Just a bucket, I be yellin' f*ck it, hop up in the back and suck it
I for reala said it, really do it here and leave the pus*y all snotty
Every single b*tch I ever gave a di*k and probably can't nobody top it, probably is the reason when a n*gga skiddin' I be tryna cut it like hydroxy
Too c*cky
I be in the Phillipines smokin' on broccoli
Roll up on 'em, hit 'em with the soy sauce, get away on Kawasaki
I'm a fiend
I'm a type of n*gga grippin' all up in your B-M's, little D-M, when I be him, the relationships are rocky, try and stop me
n*ggas always wanna underestimate the razor
I don't wanna get the condom on
Tell the b*tches hit me on the pager
I am on a different level, you don't wanna meddle, reachin' for the devil, couldn't even mess around and get the better of me homie, ain't nobody comin' greater
Alligator
Choppin' everybody, anybody wanna get it
Cîroc on your beef, come up with heat
So why the f*ck you wanna book?
Nowadays these lil n*ggas wanna come in like they on top
Run up out the kitchen, it gets hot, real when I cook that
[Hook: Brotha Lynch Hung & King ISO]
Chop suey
Chop suey
n*gga, chop suey
n*gga, chop suey
It's that chop suey
They don't really want it with a n*gga that'll catch a n*gga slippin' with the fully automatic then I gotta turn him into chop suey
They don't really want it with a n*gga that'll catch a n*gga slippin' with the fully automatic then I gotta turn him into chop suey
They don't really want it with a n*gga that'll catch a n*gga slippin' with the fully automatic then I gotta turn him into chop suey
They don't really want it with a n*gga that'll catch a n*gga slippin' with the fully automatic then I gotta turn him into chop suey