Loser - Chip Tha Ripper Lyrics

Rip through the dark and pick your brains apart

Turn your whole family to different colored art
Call me Mr. Smart, you'll see me puffing a cigar
Or maybe going monkey, swinging back and forth on bars
Check my zipper, pistol gripper

My bitch, she say I'm fly, she call me Chip Tha Ripper
Bad man sinner, a f*cking go-getter
Blades on the bottom, f*cking spinning like a blender
Gorilla shit, a large clip, a big duffel

I'm so electrical, I make you hit the shuffle
I'm on my quiet shit, but louder than a muzzle
If you puzzle, grab a shovel, dig until you rip a muscle
I'm finna leave your body open

I'm talking wide out, middle of the ocean
I sip the potion, now I'm causing some commotion
I'm flickin' ashes, man, I think I need some lotion
And I ain't need a pistol boy to put him on his ass

He caught a left hook, a uppercut, and then he caught a jab
Put him on a concrete slab to go and take a bath
Enjoy these couple days, because them bitches is your last
Now you can hide underneath your f*cking covers and sheets

You better write your will young
Cause they gon' find you deceased
Pop out the coupe with my nine millimeter
Put it to your face, yeah, you're gonna f*cking meet her

Schooling motherf*ckers, so you can call me the teacher
I'm about to dry him out and leave him to the cleaners
Masked up, Glock tuck, ain't no stopping
If the bitch come near me, I'm gon' pop him

Smoke so much, now my lungs throbbing
In the hood with bow and arrows, yeah, you should call me Robin
High off weed, Cheech and Chong
You can catch me on the corner rapping, hitting bongs

Dick so long, like the Kanye West song
I think I'll just run away until all y'all can get along