Mr. Sisco - Bullet Holes lyrics

[Hook: Project Pat sample] Pop-pop from the Glock, body full of bullet holes Where the hollow point shells land, man nobody knows [Verse 1: Lil Infamous] Steppin' out the belly booth, my madhouse (?) organize make this a torture on victims I'm grippin' the sledgehammer, (?), syringes and a sickle Some needle and thread kiss so I can stitch As yo blood drips I (?) cause I'm a cannibal on cannabis I'm hungry, zombies guard my torture chamber gates No escapees, only way to see daylight is me sealing yo fate Eliminate, before I devour yo face I say my grace Sippin' red ruM out the holy grail inside of entrails on my plate n***as is history, I'm not a (?) of real mental imagery Ricky possessed by the demonic entities (?) not f** with me now all (?) mentally b**h I'm vicious with a (?) like rabies Crazed in the mind ... babies (?) nothin' new ... on a daily Catchin' body parts then I send 'em on a Hades Leave you in misery, I show no pity Oh tricks, I will injure and show you no empathy End yo damn life and I show you no sympathy Criminal mind n***a, f** a life sentencing f** the d**h penalty, purposely injuring Damn prison guards all up in my facility Open the portal to hell then I enter in Keyser Soze say: "Make sure they remember me" [Hook: Project Pat sample] 4x Pop-pop from the Glock, body full of bullet holes Where the hollow point shells land, man nobody knows [Verse 2: Locodunit] KAY NOW Play with a n***a AK, hit a n***a bottom front page Get on yo b**h, hit on yo b**h cause n***a like Bombay I'm on them pills and MJ, walk on the moon like M.J Full magazine like east bay Stay with a drum like Green Day With milli cause I'm on a green chase Now I got fans in another countries She like my ex and she say I'm country Life I just swallow like pimpin' Bambie I remember I had to stay with auntie Mane I was pissed as ever Two bedrooms on bad (?) we had the sh** together KAY NOW, made me a n***a a vegetable I swear these lil bullets digestable One of 'em stayed in they throat But I make you sh** out all the rest of 'em Loco D. maybe commit a homicide, maybe call one of my guys I can k** one of yo b**hes, shoot goin' down like Mary J. Bligh I'm hypnotizing yo mind, put that Deuce Deuce in yo face Shoot the gun til I roll out, I'm Ludacris with the brace b**h I'm strapped up with AK and I been snortin' that powder I'm in a daze - that 48 hours KAY NOW [Hook: Project Pat sample til end] Pop-pop from the Glock, body full of bullet holes Where the hollow point shells land, man nobody knows