Chop-Out!!

Intro

Yeah
MC Chopped in the building
Forty and feral
We back from the abduction, baby (sheeeesh!)

Verse 1

Dad bod, demigod, drip too deified
Alien ascended, got the glow, got the greedy stride
Grimy but I’m glittered up, grill full of galaxy
Goofy little geezer, still the king of all your fallacies
“Cringe” in the comments, but the kids keep quoting
Midlife menace, every meme I’m molding
Beard with the gray in, chain with the glare in
Popped to the mothership, came back rare again
Zapped in the zapper, got buff in the buffer
Downloaded the dialect, tougher and tougher
Low-slung swagger with a dad joke dagger
Still slap silly, every syllable staggered (woah)

Chorus

Chop-Out!! put your hands in the sky now
MC Chopped, make a hater say “bye” now
Big drip, big dad, big flex, big sound
From the basement days to the ring, I’m crowned
Chop-Out!! let the whole squad yell “sheesh!”
Forty-year freak, still feast, no leash
Glowed up, showed up, aging like a cheat code
Punchlines, power-ups, welcome to the peak mode

Verse 2

Slide in, side quest, midlife main boss
Snack-stash samurai, never taking days off
S-tier spit, lil’ skit with the sarcasm
Side-eye saint, hit ‘em with the smart-aleck spasms
I’m the cringe-core champ, dad hat, dense bars
Dusty old denim but I’m dancing on the death stars
Gen Z slang in a Gen X larynx
“Bet,” “no cap,” you can hear the transparents
“On god,” I’m a goofy, I’m a goated guardian
Gladiator granddad, glow too artisan
Ankle socks, ankle locks, step in the ring
Every jab jaw-dropping when they feel that swing (hey!)

Chorus

Chop-Out!! put your hands in the sky now
MC Chopped, make a hater say “bye” now
Big drip, big dad, big flex, big sound
From the basement days to the ring, I’m crowned
Chop-Out!! let the whole squad yell “sheesh!”
Forty-year freak, still feast, no leash
Glowed up, showed up, aging like a cheat code
Punchlines, power-ups, welcome to the peak mode

Bridge

I was mid, I was tired, I was scrolling through the static
Then the saucer hit the ceiling, turned my cringe to cinematic
Now the sneakers stay squeaky, every step a celebration
Middle-age mutation, walking talking aspiration (ooh)
From the lawn chair throne to the glow-up zone
Every “L” that I took got chiseled to stone
Now it’s lights, laughs, legacy, limbs still loose
If they say “too old,” tell ‘em “touch my juice”

Chorus

Chop-Out!! put your hands in the sky now
MC Chopped, make a hater say “bye” now
Big drip, big dad, big flex, big sound
From the basement days to the ring, I’m crowned
Chop-Out!! let the whole squad yell “sheesh!”
Forty-year freak, still feast, no leash
Glowed up, showed up, aging like a cheat code
Punchlines, power-ups, welcome to the peak mode