(Wicked Sick Productions)
[Intro: Lil Jack] 2x
Bullet with yo face on it, see me k** for fun
Run n***a run, redruM, redruM
Picture closed casket, we go taliban
And my Tommy Gun drum goes ram-pam-pam-pam
[Verse 1: Lil Jack]
Lord knows man I hate y'all n***as
Blow yo face off n***a with an eight cal n***a
I'm the type of k**er that'll hide in ya house
Put that iron in yo mouth, I wanna waste y'all n***as
I got a pistol grip and I'mma pistol whip
A p**y with little p**y b**h
I think I lost my mind I say I'm Wicked Sick
(yellin') 911 (yellin') 666
... that drama sh** that'll get yo mama split
n***as walking dead off with the head
Somebody help me, I'm about to click!
I put a bullet to yo motherf**in' face hoe
(?) leave a n***a with no face hoe
Call me J-A ... got a bullet case for yo face hoe
See yo bodies wrapped around trees
Walking through blood up to my knees
Please, my homeboys still got that human skull
A couple hostages and some fire a** weed
About to be a k**ing spree
Free Charles Manson and R.I.P
To all my enemies that plan on k**in' me
(?) run up in yo crib and leave you all deceased
...
Chalk line, blood all over the street
... roll the body in sheets
And break out the shovel, 6 Feet Deep
Coroners, pallbearers, choppers tall as basketball players
Call the Reaper, grab the sickle AKA Jack the Ripper
Slap the sh** out ya when you rappin' n***as
[Verse 2: Evil Pimp]
On the run I see them blue light flashes
So the Pimp must dash
A-P-B is out on me so police looking for my a**
Run through the alley, I drop off the weapon
And now I am steppin' to get out the room
I can be seen walk around in (?)
Cause the blood is all over and that is no good
Found me a lemon who patiently sittin'
Up in a red Lexus, I knock on the gla**
Told him I need a light ... get out of here fast
... pa**enger seat and I told him
To step on the pedal and get on the roll
Go in my pockets, I rolled up a swisher sweet
Put to my lips and like now right here blow
All of a sudden I see on my mirror
A highway state trooper is creepin' up slow
Now all my nerves were up in a panic
Before I get caught I will murder that hoe
Drop my a** on some ...
Now I'm back on the streets and start lurkin' again
Get what I get from the crime I commit
It's the ... off in the wind
Make on my way to (?) with the gun on my waist
And there'S nothing but blood on my mind
... get caught ... night
Cause a robbery victim is all they will find
Tryin' to do whatever, it's whatever makes my pockets right
I'mma have a good a** night as long as there's no flashin' light
[Interlude]
[Verse 3: Lord Infamous]
BLAY!
When I stalk on the target (?) robbin'
And sell all these dead organs on the black market
Trigger finger throbbin', Mafioso Goblin
Eliminate a n***a with a ... deadly problem
Lord's a ... neck
As I gun 'em down, clash with the automatic Tec
Put on the camo and grab extra ammo
I powder war paint and I rid up your chest
Dump me quarter (?) on the plate
And I never get rid of this damn skull (?)
Push two black cannons into the eye sockets
... trick b**h like a cannibal taste
Infamous Hanibal, ferocious animal
Crocodile, cold-blooded as a reptile
"Dead Man Walking", open your coffin
And rip out the ghost out yo mouth
[Verse 4: II Tone]
(?) n***a layin' in the cut, scopin' out the scene
I want d** and the money cause I gotta feed the team
So I grab Glock, get the mask, take me to yo f**in' stash
Don't make a move just put me to the cash
With the mind of a lunatic, don't turn around
Shut the f** up 'fore I (?) buck ya down
All about the money so I run up in yo crib
Drop it off the a**, gotta get it how I live
Million ways to murder since the '94
Now I gotta run up out the back door, blast 'em with da .44
Now my mind at ease, sh** I feel no pain
I'm down for a robbery, Let's Make A Stang