[Pre-Chorus: Pranav.wav]
Dislocate my shoulder from the automatic kick back
It gon' bend my wrist back
Windows tinted matte black
Pop him in the jaw, yeah, that fatty boutta bleed out
He done had his fun, but I'ma take his teeth now
Lock in yo' jaw with the clip it on sight
And we flock with the mob you gon dip its ight
And I don't fuck wit' cops 'cause the laws never right
And yo' ma like my circle 'cause that shit be mad tight

[Chorus: Pranav.wav]
Lock jaw, yeah
Lock jaw, yeah
Lock jaw, yeah
Lock jaw, yeah
Lock jaw, lock jaw
Lock jaw, lock jaw
Lock jaw, lock jaw
Lock jaw, lock jaw

[Verse 1: Pranav.wav]
Runnin' around the city with the mothafuckin' tooly tuck
You cannot run 'cause you the biggest obese chunky fuck
Yo' fat ass can keep your head if you can quickly skully duck
Ho, I'm not a leprechaun, you outta mothafuckin' luck
Hit 'em with the fafa
You gon' fuckin' die, die
Beam him like it Sci-Fi
Drop him with the Glock-9
Fuckin' make his soul fly
Skin him if he don't die
Take yo' life and keep mine
Make his fuckin' teeth mine
[Verse 2: PRXJEK]
Ultra violence, like I'm simp and sin
There is no limit to the wicked that i keep within
I'll kill your next of kin
I hope that I offend
Too many fucking voices, I don't wanna let 'em in
Don't be looking at me like a motherfucking, psycho
I know, that I'm gonna dead 'em with (My flow)
Pyro, I don't know why I'm not viral
Bitch, I'm prolly better than your idol
Like surprise, it's I
Wanna try? Come die
Who am I? Sick guy
Make you commit suicide
Murder everybody my predicate
If you ask me everybody too delicate
Sitting on the precipice
Give me any rapper I'ma hit with some better shit
Body everything and anyone, no prejudice
Now back off, 'cause you really trippin' like you on bath salts
And admittedly your music isn't that hard
I'ma hit 'em, bet I leave 'em with a cracked jaw
When I pull up I'ma cut 'em with a hacksaw
Put 'em on a ventilator, watch 'em die
Send 'em on an escalator to see God
Celebrate their death with a glass of wine
Then I'll eat their heart with some apple pie
You want a shortcut to the afterlife, be my guest
No problem with me sacrificing a pest
They be like, "JEK, why you such a damn mess?"
I'm in love with violence, yes, I confess
[Pre-Chorus: Pranav.wav]
Dislocate my shoulder from the automatic kick back
It gon' bend my wrist back
Windows tinted matte black
Pop him in the jaw, yeah, that fatty boutta bleed out
He done had his fun, but I'ma take his teeth now
Lock in yo' jaw with the clip, it on sight
And we flock with the mob, you gon' dip, it's ight
And I don't fuck wit' cops 'cause the laws never right
And yo' ma like my circle 'cause that shit be mad tight

[Chorus: Pranav.wav]
Lock jaw, yeah
Lock jaw, yeah
Lock jaw, yeah
Lock jaw, yeah
Lock jaw, lock jaw
Lock jaw, lock jaw
Lock jaw, lock jaw
Lock jaw, lock jaw