Lil Jack - Intro / k** Em lyrics

[Lil Jack talking] Yeah, beast mode n***a Shouts out to my Manson n***as Shouts out to all the fans Shouts out to you hatin' a** n***as ... supportin' this sh**, stayin' down Be on the lookout for the volume 2, up next Ain't gon' stop, let's k** these motherf**ers [Intro Verse] 4x k** 'em, we k** 'em, may let loose some shots I leave brains on the ceiling, I'm 'bout to go nuts Turn you into a victim, mentally disturbed My trigger finger itchin', they say I'm insane I'm insane, I'm in love with c**aine Bulletproof my sh**, jack a b**h, Manson the game I be losin' my mind and ... on you close range and BANG [Verse 1] f** a murder charge with yo lawyer charge b**h I go so hard ... bars We gon' get you my n***a, pistol whip and split you my n***a Body bag and (?) my n***a Garbage men will zip you we give you that issue Ridin' with that (?) higher than a b**h I bet you that b**h smoke you and your b**h I pop ... ain't no stoppin' these Manson type k**ings Cut off yo body parts, lock you off in the trunk Up with that rent-a-car (?) like ... We do crazy seances off in (?) I turn you into a skeleton Bury you n***as alive for them Benjamins k**in' 'em, c**aine increase my adrenaline Ladies and gentlemen BANG BANG [Intro Verse] 2x k** 'em, we k** 'em, may let loose some shots I leave brains on the ceiling, I'm 'bout to go nuts Turn you into a victim, mentally disturbed My trigger finger itchin', they say I'm insane I'm insane, I'm in love with c**aine Bulletproof my sh**, jack a b**h, Manson the game I be losin' my mind and ... on you close range and BANG [Verse 2] I'm pimpin' b**hes and pistol whippin' n***as Maybe I'm trippin', I (?) k**a My intuition tellin' me to bust 'em Half of 'em scared, half of 'em bluffin' I'm breakin' discussion (?) torture f**in' with Jack (?) atrocities (?) wanna murder me (?) face down in a quarter key Russian AK with that kickstand ... knock off yo head man I turn you into a dead man ... shots while yo kids playin' Man you n***as are playin' crazy Snort a couple grams pre-a**a**ination Ball through yo hood with yo head in the trunk Pullin' up drunk, blastin' that pump Loose up your neck like a (?) My n***as yellin' out "Manson!" Bashin' yo head beyond recognition My n***as leavin' you n***as missin' Hope you n***as got ammunition