Chicken bone now it's on, now it's on, now it's on X 100+
[k**a C]
Yo they got me in the slammer, one they call chicken bone
Throw me in that straight-jacket so I won't go shank someone
Yo they got me locked down murderers getting next to me
I'm finna find another victim, you best call security
I'm tired of looking at these walls, I feel like an animal
I might think like Jeffrey Dahmer and become a cannibal
If I can decide or come to a conclusion;
Y'all gon' have to lock me up in the institution
I'm fearing it is mental health, think I might get jacked to d**h
I must sit around and wait, but I got a trial date
I wonder will the jury plead that my case is guilty
That I only k**ed a man, why don't you come shake my hand
My sawed-off I never see, out this penitentiary
Waiting on a visit man, if no one comes I'm gon' campaign
Feeling like a reject, thinking that my case was rigged
Man I hate the justice system, but I have to live wit it
Murder in the first degree, thinking of a k**ing
Meditated once again so I can get that feeling
Get in touch with another gut and deliver
Stealing in such a way that your whole body shiver
That's why I'm tied off in the straight jacket; can't get free
Cause I k**ed a mail man just for staring at me
They lock me up, sometimes I think my screws are loose
They think I'm crazy, sometimes I think I'm crazy too
I woke up early in the morning, popped a clip in my nine
co*ked my hammer back, and something snapped in my mind
That's why they got me locked up in this padded white room
Now I'm talking to myself like a psychopathic fool
And they sticking me with needles, stuffing my mouth with pills
And since there's nothing else to do, I think of ways to k**
Add a touch of gunpowder; just to make my mind click
To make me just like my master; a lunatic
Welcome to starter city, where people have psycho thoughts
There's visions of dead bodies, just not around pull-up park
So go get a chainsaw and (unintelligible) I cut it
Body parts start to drippin' and the blood starts to pourin'
See I sit in the darkness and check my attire
And if I start to get hungry, I go and pour me a screwdriver
My thoughts are all wicked, body parts are delicious
I find myself wit a butcher knife and I go plan a k**ing
See the way that I do things, I do it the psycho way
Michael Myers was k**ing, to chicken bone life is child's play
Never slack up on murders, cause I'm creeping with the body bag
Psychopathic schizophrenic sleeping in a ski MAAAAAAAAsk
Chicken bone now it's on, now it's on, now it's on X 100+