[Hook]
They say I'm a addict, got bodies in my attic
I admit I got his habit, detachin' sh** with this hatchet
Wakin' up gaspin', thinkin' of caskets
Practice black magic in masks, ma**acre
We murder men in body bags soaked in gas
Yeah, addict, bodies in my attic
I admit I got his habit, detachin' sh** with this hatchet
Wakin' up gaspin', thinkin' of caskets
Practice black magic in masks, ma**acre
We murder men in body bags soaked in gas b*tch
[Verse 1]
I turn this night club into a fight club
The gauge'll blow yo chest out, blame that white stuff
Got a n***a geekin', leave 'em leakin'
Ain't no tellin' what we thinkin'
Russian AK blow yo face away, J-A-K Manson
We come for yo life, bloody sacrifice
Scream n***a, not a dream n***a, infrared lights
Bury them badly beaten bodies, call 'em skeletons
Pull up then we pop out leavin' bodies lyin' everywhere
Masked up, banana clips, blow will get yo family k**ed
Best to come equipped or have a whip full of hollow tips
Bodies under my belt, I got bodies off in my trunk
If them police pull me over then I'm f**ed
[Hook]
They say I'm a addict, got bodies in my attic
I admit I got his habit, detachin' sh** with this hatchet
Wakin' up gaspin', thinkin' of caskets
Practice black magic in masks, ma**acre
We murder men in body bags soaked in gas
[Verse 2]
They say I'm a k**a my n***a
I'll leave ya dead before the sun rise
Walk up to yo house, turn that b**h into a bonfire
Barbwire fetish, blowin' lettuce, smoking gunfire
Dumb high, shawty say "They shootin'! Duck! Return fire!"
On the corner: pump toters, co*k and leave 'em slumped over
n***as dyin' everyday, least that's what my pops told us
Blood all over my shoes, suffer from substance abuse
They say I'm losin' my mind, b**h I ain't got sh** to lose!
My neighbors confused, they want my head in a basket
See my face on the news, I left that a** in a casket
Manson a**a**in blast, need that a** in a trance
Break out them body bags and bloody murder man dance
[Hook]
They say I'm a addict, got bodies in my attic
I admit I got his habit, detachin' sh** with this hatchet
Wakin' up gaspin', thinkin' of caskets
Practice black magic in masks, ma**acre
We murder men in body bags soaked in gas
Yeah, addict