Letras:
Killing Joke Chop Chop

Take a walk to the new town, take a look around Pretty road names pass us by, a foundation sound They paint their walls and ceilings white to feel clean

a bullet through my heart, why not? That's a start They could push their reps quicker, kill a well known nigga And if you say you're going to kill me

a bullet through my heart, why not? That's a start They could push their reps quicker, kill a well known nigga And if you say you're going to kill me

O" rings. Street clown. No joke. Voodoo. No hox. Never die. Cant croke. Strokes for them old folks. Smoke dope. Pop pills. Lift axe. Chops kill. Drink

'm kill yo ass I'm a fuck around and kill yo ass I'm a fuck around and kill yo ass Fuck around and kill yo ass (Say what?) I'm a fuck around and kill

That Charlie [Hook: Charlie Boy] This is the Land of The Slowed down chop-chop-chop Hit the button on the drop then recline (chop-chop) From domestic

strangle, the instrument mangle, chop can't go pop I gotta remain boom bap, true dat, who dat be? Mr. say, goodnight, I'ma blaze the mic willingly Kill or be killed

, they be commercial... I beat 'em 'til they purple I'm a lil' bitty nigga, but I got a big ole chop, 2's that'll kill 50 niggas Didja do it? Thought

this, cut this shit off Aiyyo Head, that's why I fucked your mother you fat motherfucker! Hit 'Em Up Kill Whitey! Hahaha Kill Whitey! Detroit! What? What? Kill Whitey! Yo, yo Kill