[Verse 1: Mistery]
I'm the kind of faggot to hop in your trunk and jack off
While you're driving, you can hear me masturbating and that's all
Hook a microphone into your speakers and we blast off
Your ears are filled with the squishing noises of my fat balls
Covered in Vaseline, cause that's better than jergens lotion
Cause it makes me feel like I'm 12 feet deep in that pussy
I mean in a sense, I'm like autism
I'm a disability, and my penis falls off when I sneeze, achoo, see?
I'd fuck anything that moves, including my dog, he has tits
So what, semen may change me, like the hulk, but it's my dick
It's so motherfucking massive, your clit could even get big
Me and all 3 of your mothers had consensual sex, but they didn't consent
Oh you slit your wrists? I would like to insert my dick
In them slits are vaginas, right? They're not?
FUCK YOU THEN HELEN
AND FUCK ALL YOU SAYING THAT I'M SEXIST CAUSE MY GENITALS ARE MENS
IF YOU EVEN DID EXIST I'D FORCE SOME SHIT THAT WOULD MAKE YOU WANT TO NOT EXIST
"Now he's talking about raping a ghost, man he's fucked"
How, I've been stalking you, staring at your children's butts
I heard 6ix9ine 69'd a child, but he was let off the crime or something
Lucky bastard I got 29 hours in the back of Albertsons, I'm not a gay or a pedophile
But 20 bucks is 20 bucks, now I shall, wait I already have begun

[Verse 2: ARW]
I don’t wanna have to go in busting with a mental flow
I’d rather sit alone with a book and read it, that’s how the mental goes
I’m not gonna let you rain over hell, but you can rent a soul
Chopper rap is taking over everything with dental gold
Fuck up outta here with trynna make another rack
I’d rather take my medicine before another heart attack
I’ve been on my death bed, couldn’t say I gave a shit what death said
Dvagoh gave me the beat and so I then said-
“I’m gonna rap on the topic about the life of a Disabled Chopper”
Ain’t nobody gonna be able to block what I say from their head, I feel the rapids
Anyone know the cure to my mental illness? Going stupid
But nobody will tell me all cause they be loving the way that I’m ripping demented blocks
Y’all wanna be strong when you can’t even beat up a song
I’ve been on my level you wouldn’t be nearing it, popping the Vicodin pack and the bongs
Summon a demon to help me to rip it i'll wreck on the record and then I’m leaving em crawling
You ain’t at the pinnacle, dropping the bombs in the forrest ya might have killed a hawking
Better pull your bandana back
To get up on a bigger track you better have ran your laps
Watch who you stepping to if you ain’t standing back
I’ll cut your motherfucking hand off so you handicapped ya bitch
Ain’t nobody gonna hand it back to the man in the mask
You gonna be the one to grant me the mac
I’m popping the rest and leaving em crippled, make em pray for death
I wouldn’t fuck up in front of the family, who you glancing at?
[Verse 3: sAucEpAn]

[Verse 4: Vista]
Vista with pistols, the sickest to ripple the synonyms in the new system
I hit em with wisdom that I have done picked up from people with
Down syndrome, founding the distant new images
Hit em with villages full of the criminals carcinogens will devour their privileges
Estimate deaths of the incident; infinite innocent causalities imminent, yeah
What is happening actually gonna be actual accidents
When I be rapping it faster
Then anyone mapping attacks of us
Bringing it back to the faggot undaground lmao he inhabiting
Top of the act he imagining
Gonna be axing em ravenous
Packing em bringing em back and I'm taking the fag and I'm putting them into
The bag and I'm making em mad at the matter the men of the mac and the
Audio gonna be fast
And the video gonna last into back of the pack with the Vicodin pack
And the pack of the pack in my ass and a facker that bouta go last
Like in melee
You'll be screaming mayday like I'm on my heyday
Spit it in a gay way
If I had a fucking job I could've got a mother fucking payday
But I'm too crazy
I'm gonna be coming to get em, I'm gonna be picking em out of the back and I'm gonna be coming to get em I'm gonna be making it credible
I'm sicker and wickider thinking of picking faggot im making a mother the fucker they’re Gonna be thinking of bringing it better than vista
In their system start the bifta going sister sister
[Verse 5: RaZz]
It's ya boy RaZz who started from the underground
I can't even rap so worry about another sound
I like to eat cabbage, choking on the baggage
Plastic rappers in my throat are coming out damaged
I’m the perfect autist, not a crafty smarter artist
I’m not a tough guy, my boner is the hardest
I am in my chair just stoning tillI’m darted
Even then, I’m chasing dream that make me look retarded
Santa please, don't talk to me
You have corrupted all my mentality
People run away like I have leprosy
I can't even think straight, I've lost all my telepathy
I'm not an evil kid but you have lost the best in me
Everywhere I look, reminiscing the big tragedy
What the hell is wrong with me?
I have lost touch with my inner sanity
You little mother fuckers thinking I'm a joke
Killing and the spitting with the retards and the coke
Selling beats for dope, zombie with a pulse
I go to lengths to cut myself and choke
I don't own a gun but I'm whiter than a copper
I make myself believe that I am destined for a locker
This is what- life is like- as a disabled chopper

[Verse 6: GANEEN!]
Hold up Deus is back at it again
Not gonna rap fast so you understand
Mind floating away like fuckin' Peter Pan
Off to Japan, then I learn the Japanese
Being a weeaboo is my speciality
ERA probably know what I mean
I'm being a baka, kicked outta osaka
Wit Lewds in my locker, you know whats up I got the empanadas
Dunder Mifflin infinity where I caught my celebi
Where can I begin cause there's nowhere I rather be
Pickin' apart my thesis with no reason
Tis the season to gather up all the retards who spit hard bars
And still beat off to gardevoir with barbed wire
Oh my god, what the fuck am I saying?
Need to calm down and probably start praying
Imma grab a water gun, fill it up and start spraying
I am Deus, I am not a racist
When it comes the anime, I am not tasteless
I am Deus, I am not a racist
When it comes the anime, I am not tasteless
I am Deus, not a racist
When it comes the anime, I am not tasteless
Like, for real
Like, go to HentaiHaven right now, dot com
[Verse 7: Lowlife]

[Verse 8: HellFire]

[Verse 9: MurrK]
It's Despacito Choppers 3 and we disabled
But it's debatable, some are able, some are very unstable
So when i say disabled it could be a fable like baby jesus in a Cradle
And im ladling you with shit like you a soup bowl on a table
And i be scrolling down my insta feed and nothing is relatable
Til i find a quality meme and my laughter's uncontainable
And for a few golden minutes my happiness is unbreakable
Til i slip back to reality and resume my life unstable
Dame tu cosita beating meater musical.ly bimbo
Is a flaccid persona compared to the boner of the dancing alien king though
Howard the alien jamming out with the fame like Ringo
Too lit for calls at 3am and teenage sluts like Wingo
I look into the distance, eyes are blurry i got cataracts
Matter fact im blinder than a black bat
Rap that, wish they buffed the fucking tac back
Dag nab I'm off topic like a fatto twat
This is where i reference wrecking the vegans or some subliminal roast
I went for sommet new, shut down kill'em and ghost
Finna be the last act tonight farewell from your host
But first lemme say some shit i don't mean to boast
I been on every disabled choppers, shit is easy, no sweat
You bitches think i care for shit, please don't be so wet
I learned when i need to leave to be on top so don't forget
You'll never get the high ground bitch, I'm always one step ahead