Pop Chop

Get your eye
Pop
Pop
Popped
Have your hand
Chop
Chop
Chopped
Make your throat
Cough
Cough
Cough
It's just the
Mob
Mob
Mob

Get your eye
Pop
Pop
Popped
Have your hand
Chop
Chop
Chopped
Make your throat
Cough
Cough
Cough
It's just the
Mob
Mob
Mob

I was born on a hilltop where they built a church on the dead
Bourgeois claiming land and repelling aliens
My father's family's rich and educated
My mother's family's a puzzle box in a mental house
It's missing half the pieces
I'm still young and level-headed
Well balanced motherfucker with sociopathic tendencies
I'm just feeling the breeze
I tend to lie about my whereabouts
I'm into snares that hit like hammers on rocks
Breaking Pandora's box
I'm on my Tetsuo shit
I lost my shit and gained a whole lotta power
Now I control it, I'll be
Making shit that's unique still
Always drilling holes in your ear, dear
We digging crates to get 'em papes
We dropping beats 'til clock ends meet
We never chose any of this
We never read any notice
I'm dropping heat 'til oceans rise
We're still flexing drowning in trash
We're going nowhere in a rush
Hush
Hush

Get your eye
Pop
Pop
Popped
Have your hand
Chop
Chop
Chopped
Make your throat
Cough
Cough
Cough
It's just the
Mob
Mob
Mob

Get your eye
Pop
Pop
Popped
Have your hand
Chop
Chop
Chopped
Make your throat
Cough
Cough
Cough
It's just the
Mob
Mob
Mob