Choppers (Koppelman mixed by)

Choppers at 12 o'clock they're falling out of the skies
They want to shoot my vehicle up and cut me down to size
But I can't see the end of my fingers now
And I just can't feel my toes
None of my hats will fit me anymore my head expands my body grows
Oh I can't believe my eyes but still it's no surprise
To see the things they're saying now
Oh I can't believe my ears the things that everyone hears
Just seem to hurt somehow
Choppers at 9 o'clock its cannon vs popgun?
If they want to shoot me down in flames
Then they'd better be set to stun
Because I can see the whites of their eyes
And long and synonymous nose
And that's the size of unlucky old lies but that's the way it goes
Yeah
Oh yeah kill the Fat Controller pray to a new god
Oh yeah kill the Fat Controller I need a new drug
Oh I can't believe my eyes but still it's no surprise
To see the things they're saying now
Oh I can't believe my ears the things that everyone hears
Just seem to hurt somehow
Choppers at 6 o'clock want to kick away my crutch
If a picture paints a 1000 words then
Doodles don't amount to much
Choppers at 3 o'clock still finger paint in mud
The part to talk about as you know
We'll teach them how to draw some blood
Yeah!
Oh yeah kill the Fat Controller pray to a new god
Oh yeah kill the Fat Controller I need a new drug
Oh yeah kill the Fat Controller pray to a new god
Oh yeah kill the Fat Controller I need a new drug
Oh I can't believe my eyes but still it's no surprise
To see the things they're saying now
Oh I can't believe my ears the things that everyone hears
Just seem to hurt somehow
Oh I can't believe my eyes but still it's no surprise
To see the things they're saying now
Oh I can't believe my ears the things that everyone hears
Just seem to hurt somehow
Oh!