Pieces (Chop Re-Remix)

[Intro: Godemis] There musta been a demon by my side Musta held me and led me to you Look to the sky, it's the color of blood Conglomerate Elements, get the fuck up Yo, we don't give a fuck this time Whoever's in this track... [Verse 1: Godemis] I'm here to kill slow and die quick, ya'll can suck on my dick Regardless what ya thought Godemis'll be on some fly shit Runnin' a blade across your throat before you self destruct I done severed all your limbs and so there's nothing left to cut For baby mamas well I'mma leave you outta this verse Probably wouldn't if it wasn't for the second and first Version of this song, you pissed on, stupid, slittin' your wrists wrong Obvious repercussions from any Godemis is song Fuckin' your bitch with this schlong, long as she's makin' curfew We're outta by's to tell cuz I'm what you don't know to hurt you And all our lies are failed cuz you knowin' she like to flirt too I even caught a glimpse of her tossin' it up to burn too In verse two I may even spill out a name or two Killin' it all before ? like that's what I came to do There's no shame in who got a severed head, but some of 'em will Be recipients of this punishment by livin' room skill I chopped the head, chopped the arms, chopped the legs, chopped ya heart Switched the single, included a sequel to Body Parts For something or nothing fuck we been bumpin' about a year or two Back off if you ain't hearin' it, steppin' cuz I ain't hearin' you Makin' it clear to you that the virus has been injected Just like Brotha Lynch with a syringe leavin' KC infected And it's hectic enough without me guzzlin' Smirnoff Frantically flailing butter knifes for cuttin' your limbs off [Verse 2: Godemis] Now that you heard him spit I know you open to the sputiny Godemis is the proof, the future just ain't what it use to be Who is he, better yet, the better question is how he? Move like a Matador with twenty bags outta the backwards Audi Now we openin' somethin' different stab in the booth You remember the sickest clicker with two girls in the group Now they're sayin' fuck 'em they just a bunch of Devil worshippin' fags Tryin' to keep it low life when the Cadillac drags But if I rocked a Wagna? and make every syllable magma You'll have yourself a sixty foot scorchin' Velociraptor My trapper keeper open both paper and pencil smokin' For the late and even greater Godemis two has spoken Hopin' you croakin' just before Stab gentlemen, stab ladies, stab a pregnant woman in the stomache And stab baby, he got a screw loose Slurred speech off the double Goose, rap tighter than bubble goose You better rally his troops, I gotta blade in my pocket Gotta blade in my boot, so stop pushin' me Or I have to make these words into truth You need body swervin' a coupe, rip them 15's plus A fat bag of the KP with a vile of Angel Dust [Verse 3: UBI] You guessed it, Ubiquitous'll call a bluff on your poker face I wipe my ass with LiL Flip's tape just so it goes to waste I don't associate with bitch ass thugs, I'm gettin' drugs I know you need a little love, got your tisk too close to hate How long am I supposed to wait man It's makin' me impatient, encased in a body bag The doc's been waitin' on impatience, we raid like space invasion With amazin' command of missile, we're on some razor blade shit Cyanide and a pistol, need a needle and thread? Here's Iodine and a thimble, nurse'll work on the patch While I'm tryin' to hide this tissue, and my issues are unresolved Now I'm cockin' a gun revolve No oasis to save me standin' column top of wonderalls Hook roll, and the thunder calls, hit deck when the lightning crack Burn rubber and siphon gas, so nothin' a knife to gash Passin' the pipe with hash inside, strikin' a match to light Half of the price for rass? is mine, sight from a satellite A cat of nine tails to lash back, rike? 'em with battle strips Shinin' inside the darkness, flash back, license to shatter light Back when I had a life, none of it seemed to matter much Now I'm lookin' for an escape with all the strengths I've gathered up Ayo Godemis chop the limbs while Ubiquitous stab the guts Till we leave you quadriplegic and ask if you've had enough I'm actually mad enough to keep hackin' you after that Pounced out with an axe in your guts, packin' a sack of trash Bitch