CHOP. - Intellectual

Who's Victor

Victor's gone

Victor doesn't exist

Been a long time comin

I don't know what they think it is

But it's definitely not that

It's a whole lot more

Than something you're just born with

All these cold late nights prolly formed it

Puttin' wheels down to the concrete

Roll through blocks like we tsunamis

Rockin Ozzy, head is knotty

Sound thunders, pop an ollie

Or a shooter goin' stupid, I assume he popped a molly

With a Ruger, how he movin? And just soon he'll drop a body

Ch-ch-Chop him down, don't know how to act

So we walk him down

Hawk him out, stomp on any snake that's being fraud & foul

Often I'll

Handle any business with an awkward smile

They call me wild, the problem child

But through it all they copiеd style

Like who would've knеw he"on-a-roll" since he in school dude

Maneuver through the studio, go view that shit on YouTube

Like U2, I'm doin' it with, or without you

Shit, you better get used to it, I'm 'bout to blow like toot-toot

Nah, nah, nah, like toot-toot

They still ain't got a clue, fool

There's something inside, or someone inside who's summoned this guy

He's been on the loose but doesn't just hide. In plain sight with a fuckin' disguise

And it's body after body, how he chops em, no karate

Like he taught Mr. Miyagi, quick to drop a bitch like Johnny

It's my hobby, still won't stop me, less the hotties actin' snotty

Then I lob her like I'm Scotty and still dodge the paparazzi

And make it back to the whip

Kick in the clutch and she grabbin' my stick

Can't even say what we actually did

All I can say is she passed on the kids