Hit Em, Snatch Em, Chop Em

Horrorcore rap featuring aggressive male vocals, The track is built on a dark, cinematic orchestral foundation with a prominent staccato string motif and deep, distorted 808 bass, A sharp, metallic snare and crisp hi-hats drive the rhythm at 140 BPM in the key of C minor, The production uses heavy compression and saturation on the vocals to enhance the gritty, menacing tone, Occasional horror-themed sound effects like screams and blade-sharpening textures are layered into the mix, The arrangement alternates between dense, high-energy choruses and more focused verses where the bass and strings dominate

[Intro]
Yeah, 
It’s on,
Time to light dat ass up,

[Hook]
Hit em up (hit em up)
Snatch em up (snatch em up)
Throw em in (throw em in)
In da trunk (in da trunk)
Chop em up (chop em up)
Bag em up (bag em up)
Dump der ass in da swamp (in da swamp)
Mutha fuckin gator grub (gator grub)
(fuck em fuck em)
(fuck em fuck em)

[Verse 1]
One too many times I done told deez fools to shut der mouths,
But dey jus keep dat yap flappin
Be on sum bullshit, doin a whole lot of jawjackin
See da nice guy persona, 
Dey try pushin boundaries 
Ain’t no respect for a mutha fuckas gangsta 
Dey think you jus gonna roll over
Don’t let da smile confuse ya
Beneath da angelic complexion lurks a demon 
Don’t wanna catch me at a crossroads
Ill rip ya like my names jack
Won’t be a dull day 
Just a whole lotta of work dats like child’s play (call me chuckie) 
Hella fun for me
Carve ya up like a turkey
Make ya squeal like a pig
I’m blood thirsty 
Ya Crossed da line 
Now ya got repercussions comin
You was actin hard as nails
Yet now ya leg got piss drippin down it
Be a man Stop da beggin
Put ya ass on ice 
Shrouded in a blood stained mystery 
No prints, we meticulous 
Turn ya ass into a cold case

[Verse 2]
Save yo coins no need to phone any helplines,
 jus me droppin free game,
 heed da warnin n listen, 
it gon help ya keep ya head n spine stay connected,
My personality splits like a hairline 
Like a train full of hitmen carrying a murder vibe 
Switching tracks
In da dark tunnels of my mind
From calm to murderous intent
Bitch don’t make me hit dat switch 
I say dis but I know ain’t no one gon listen, 
everyone out ere tryna live a life dey ain’t bout, 
Frontin n cappin
Dey gon live ta regret it, 
ya crossin da wrong one son 
you gon get hit wit da chopper n disappear, 
Cerebrally malicious 
Real intricate
You delicate
Break ya ass like Pyrex 
Pussy you tempered 
One hit you’ll be fuckin shattered 
Put on da virgin white gloves 
Stain em red
Leave ya family feelin pain n dread
From da state Dey find your corpse in
Vicious wit da mandible
Carve ya up like ma names Hannibal 
Go all in on ya punk ass like a cannibal
Like a lecture from lecter
Real feral 
Mutha fucka 
Ill bring forth da dawn of the dead 
Brain splatter, whole lotta cadavers
Make ya see da light at da end of the tunnel
Before I 
eclipse ya life
Hear da sound of dat flatline 
We play our parts 
U da damn victim,
N me da mutha fuckin grim reaper  
GAME OVER!!

(Reap ya soul, reap ya soul)
(Reap ya soul, reap ya soul)

3103/7500

[Intro] Yeah, It’s on, Time to light dat ass up, [Hook] Hit em up (hit em up) Snatch em up (snatch em up) Throw em in (throw em in) In da trunk (in da trunk) Chop em up (chop em up) Bag em up (bag em up) Dump der ass in da swamp (in da swamp) Mutha fuckin gator grub (gator grub) (fuck em fuck em) (fuck em fuck em) [Verse 1] One too many times I done told deez fools to shut der mouths, But dey jus keep dat yap flappin Be on sum bullshit, doin a whole lot of jawjackin See da nice guy persona, Dey try pushin boundaries Ain’t no respect for a mutha fuckas gangsta Dey think you jus gonna roll over Don’t let da smile confuse ya Beneath da angelic complexion lurks a demon Don’t wanna catch me at a crossroads Ill rip ya like my names jack Won’t be a dull day Just a whole lotta of work dats like child’s play (call me chuckie) Hella fun for me Carve ya up like a turkey Make ya squeal like a pig I’m blood thirsty Ya Crossed da line Now ya got repercussions comin You was actin hard as nails Yet now ya leg got piss drippin down it Be a man Stop da beggin Put ya ass on ice Shrouded in a blood stained mystery No prints, we meticulous Turn ya ass into a cold case [Hook] Hit em up (hit em up) Snatch em up (snatch em up) Throw em in (throw em in) In da trunk (in da trunk) Chop em up (chop em up) Bag em up (bag em up) Dump der ass in da swamp (in da swamp) Mutha fuckin gator grub (gator grub) [Verse 2] Save yo coins no need to phone any helplines, jus me droppin free game, heed da warnin n listen, it gon help ya keep ya head n spine stay connected, My personality splits like a hairline Like a train full of hitmen carrying a murder vibe Switching tracks In da dark tunnels of my mind From calm to murderous intent Bitch don’t make me hit dat switch I say dis but I know ain’t no one gon listen, everyone out ere tryna live a life dey ain’t bout, Frontin n cappin Dey gon live ta regret it, ya crossin da wrong one son you gon get hit wit da chopper n disappear, Cerebrally malicious Real intricate You delicate Break ya ass like Pyrex Pussy you tempered One hit you’ll be fuckin shattered Put on da virgin white gloves Stain em red Leave ya family feelin pain n dread From da state Dey find your corpse in Vicious wit da mandible Carve ya up like ma names Hannibal Go all in on ya punk ass like a cannibal Like a lecture from lecter Real feral Mutha fucka Ill bring forth da dawn of the dead Brain splatter, whole lotta cadavers Make ya see da light at da end of the tunnel Before I eclipse ya life Hear da sound of dat flatline We play our parts U da damn victim, N me da mutha fuckin grim reaper GAME OVER!! (Reap ya soul, reap ya soul) (Reap ya soul, reap ya soul) [Hook] Hit em up (hit em up) Snatch em up (snatch em up) Throw em in (throw em in) In da trunk (in da trunk) Chop em up (chop em up) Bag em up (bag em up) Dump der ass in da swamp (in da swamp) Mutha fuckin gator grub (gator grub) (fuck em fuck em) (fuck em fuck em)

0/500