Lord Infamous - Insanity lyrics

[Hook: C-Rock] Hitmen in the soul when we are family, insanity Choppin' body parts into infinity, my Tennessee's React to (?) reflex, my enemies were sent to me Leave a bloody mess upon his ceiling, now a memory Scattered bladders, I don't give a piss about a ratta-tatta Surgical steel placed, I open up your chest That blood splatters Beggin' me to stop or save yo (?) because it do not matter Welcome to the dark side, now reducing you to human cattle [Verse 1: Lil Jack] Witnessing pain from these motherf**ing buckshots Mind twisted, bliss from hallucinations, ammunition spittin' Hear a n***a (?) fourties and thirty, thirty, thirty gauges Ma**acre, mind gone and thrown off coke Nine chromes and blown off throats (?) out the sun roof, move, we shoot With the chrome tec nine and a black deuce deuce With the mask out, tryin' to (?) shock Seventeen shot, double them Glock Nervous with a hole in his skull (?) gettin' dug, swerve to the curb Reefer, Hennessy Breakin' down my Manson Tennessee's I pistol whoop a motherf**er til I think he dead It's the four shot mag and a carca** ready Silencers, calibers, thinkin' 'bout a chainsaw ma**acre Head straight to da door with da calico Uh, gone off a pile of coke Slug to the motherf**ing chamber Ski mask you scary b**h Pistol grip, snub-nose, thirty gauge hammers We ride you scary b**h [Hook: C-Rock] [Verse 2: C-Rock] Homicide ain't no option, it's just the choice to k** a n***a Feel a n***a when I leave a n***a rotting Organs fall out his body, open 'em up with a surgical (?) ... this the autopsy n***as can't rob me, take it from me, take it from me It's like a n***a givin' up his will to breathe I never feel defeat, so when I feel the beat I really talk about the sh** a n***a do in these streets "You better watchin'" this what these n***as was sayin' About me, so why a n***a wanna doubt me Motherf**ers ride deep in the eight street k**a (?) droppin' bullets off in yo a** and yo family M-A-N-S-O-N, we some murderers Pull the n***a out that's talkin' sh** and we gon' f** him up Russian roulette with a bullet, you lucky son Now that you know about (?) what is up n***a better duck, I got a porch like a truck Get the nine (?) won't bust And it's no love, wrap a body in the rug Put him in the fireplace and watch it turn to dust I got a bloodlust, feel like chopping 'em up Body parts in the motherf**in' trunk tucked ... Chevy outside full of rust (?) tanks and I'm still ridin' high as f**, n***a what [Hook: C-Rock] [Verse 3: Lord Infamous] Yes I got merchandise, this is a merchant's price Yes I got what you like, sell your soul for this ice If you want c**a-in-ah, drop it straight on the Beamer Eyes poppin' out the socket, grindin' down all yo teeth-ah Potent of opiates, Opana down to that boy Push it into your veins, nod off the feel of joy Heroin in grey and beige, these b**hes; they will obey These n***as they noddin', about to fall on they f**in' face Sex on that Tussionex, yes it's that yellow dick Put a line on her a**, sniff it right off the b**h Yes and I sell 'em too, she choose me; she choose a fool Come to gorilla school, I beat you, you break the rules Yes I'm the Scarecrow, d** and pimpin' I'm raised on I'm from that k**a M, you pop or get popped on You need it, we got it, you want it we sell in packets And push it I roll it, don't tell it, I'll k** you, you lookin' [Hook: C-Rock]