You can't help but say 'Hot dog!' Just drag me 'cross your log I'm a cross cut saw, I'm a cross cut saw You know, I'm a cross cut saw Just drag me across your log I cut your wood so easy for you Some call me wood-choppin' Sam Some call me wood-cuttin' Ben

Came a long way from the choppa and the car (Raa!) I was kicking doors, never thought of being a star (Hey) Now I pull up in the Rolls with the baddest of them all (Bad) I pour a four, now I sittin' on Mars (Mars) I lift the doors when I'm pulling out

Prepare to witness a place of gore Of legal dissection and blood on the floor Carved up corpses, in the corner Sliced up by a psychotic coroner Slice, dice, chop chop them haphazardly Like laboratory mice, splatter brain matter Pound on the skull until it

Satta Massagana for Jimmy Dread Police walked in for Jimmy Jazz I said, "he ain't here, but he sure went past Oh, you're looking for Jimmy Jazz" Cut off his ears and chop chop off his head Police come looking for Jimmy Jazz So if you're gonna take a message

Outta proportion, outta proportion My choppa keep blowin' shit outta proportion Cook that shit up Quay It's Gucci (Evil) Hah (Genius) Fast coupe, haha (Nyoom) (Mr. Nice Guy, haha) If you ain't 'bout lettin' that choppa go, we ain't got none in common (No)

Bad bitches only, bad bitches on me Bad bitches only, bad bitches on me (bad) AP on me, iced out Tennis chains iced out Whole pointers 'round my neck Looking like a lighthouse (shine) Lil' nigga pipe down, choppa make you pipe down Running man running

New choppa, new choppa, new choppa, new choppa Run it up, run it up, run it up Uh huh, uh huh, mhm, yeah yeah New choppa, new choppa, new choppa, new choppa, run it up, run it up I ain't hearing what you say, I ain't listening what you say Get the fuck

We gon' pull up with them sticks and hop out with them choppers Walking out the ten in blue Balenciagas I caught an opp, now I got blood on blue Balenciagas Up that forty, let that pistol sing a melody Fuck all of that talking, we can go to war Leave

I hear them all the time I hear you all the time Grandma's singing in the bedroom It's a near forgotten lullaby She used to sing when I wasn't well Father's outside chopping firewood Like he did when he'd been drinking Or when he and mom were at it again

E be she dey gimme hang over eh eh My mama give me leg over eh eh She dey come gimme game over Me I go chop chop all the wash eh As long as you give me my portion Baby make you no dey rush eh