Wood Chipper

You ever meet a man who’s always sweatin’ lies?

Wears a gold chain and crocodile disguise

Smile so slick, like he’s born to deceive

But we see through that grin — it’s tucked up his sleeve

Private jets full of secrets in the night

Palm trees, parties, hush money flights

They said he “loved the kids,” but we know what he meant

Now he’s first in line for the final cement

No more silence, no more masks

Got a name? You better ask

Before you end up next in line

Behind Diddy with his glass of wine

Wood chipper — pedal to the floor

Feedin’ creeps like Epstein, always beggin’ for more

No judge, no trial, just justice on blast

One by one, they ain’t slippin’ past

Wood chipper — scream if you dare

Rotten souls flyin’ through the air

Say your prayers, you filthy slime

We’re takin’ out the trash one limb at a time

Penthouse suites, backdoor deals

Hollywood handshakes, spinning the wheels

You thought you were gods, untouchable kings

But karma’s got a motor, and it’s shreddin’ things

No more island tricks, no “client list”

Your money can’t buy what you won’t miss

Lights, camera, grind — it’s the final act

Welcome to the soundtrack of your last contract

You lied, you preyed, you thought you’d skate

But evil don’t pass through Heaven’s gate

So line ‘em up, no VIP

Even Satan said, “Y’all too grimy for me”

Wood chipper — yeah, grind it loud

Like a festival for the underground

Diddy’s next, don’t even blink

Toss his chains and baby oil in the drink

Wood chipper — crack a beer, sit back

Let the bodies hit mulch, fade to black

This ain’t revenge, it’s overdue

And we got room in the chute just for you

[Bridge] (Spoken, sarcastic)

“Oops… looks like you tripped…

Right into justice.”

VRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRTTT!!!

Wood chipper — built for scum

Fed by rage, powered by what you’ve done

No mercy, no rewind

Just payback with teeth, sharp and aligned

Wood chipper — no fake tears

You had your run for twenty years

But we got blades, and you got sins

This is how the reckoning begins

Yeah, keep smilin’ in that mugshot grin…

We got wood to chip — now throw him in.