Torn
[Hook: Lil Jack] 2x
Been lost in the wind, talkin'
Dead Man Walkin', feelin' like they torn
Mind twisted and scorned
From reefer twisted in sherm
Eyes twitchin' from these bitch ass n***as
Despise snitches, my business
Yo, bitch ass n***as, it's my business
[Verse 1: Lil Jack]
I'm 'bout to go psycho or should I say homicidal
My choppers are like motorcycles, right hand on the rifle
We showed up, perc’s in the rival, survivin’ this shit and get right up, i wanted to bite her
Send shots to the biters and stay the fuck away from dick riders
A couple inside of, I think they really despise us
They wanna put bullets inside of my killers in spite of
And that's they reason why that I sit on the throne got me sire
The rapper messiah
Take a drain and get higher
My supplier said you ain’t have this, you overdose
These lies layin' comatose
Mane I keep a strap but you suckas lame
Leave yo brain exposed, then adios!
Leave you slumped over like Prince
My first pump off of my pants
My n***a we smoked till our eyes slant
My n***as eat together like ants
You n***as sleep together, don't speak to me
I run this bitch with no fatigue
Jason mask, and all fatigues, as we proceed to make you bleed
My n***a just jumped in the chevy
He told me these n***as was scary
We ready, we kill anything that ain't ready
They scatterin', windows was shatterin'
Bullets was rattlin' or should I say ratta-tat-tattin' man
Had to been about a hundred of 'em
But I'm constantly bustin' on wrong for nothin'
Sip purple drank and my gold chain
Cocaine, snort a whole thang
[Hook: Lil Jack] 2x
Been lost in the wind, talkin'
Dead Man Walkin', feelin' like they torn
Mind twisted and scorned
From reefer twisted in sherm
Eyes twitchin' from these bitch ass n***as
Despise snitches, my business
Yo, bitch ass n***as, it's my business
[Verse 3: Crucified]
Knock-knock-knock, it's a (?) at yo door
When I run up (?) better lay 'em on the floor
(?) get up anymore ......
...........................................
Hack 'em into pieces, mane I did it all before
Sacrificial meeting with the people out the core
..........................
..........................
Will the devil pay my dues?
Mane I take over this game, gotta get that fame
Gotta leave em bruised
And enter into this world, resurrected twice and I got some news
If you fuckin' with me I'mma chopper, chop you up and deuce
Been lost in the wind, talkin'
Dead Man Walkin', feelin' like they torn
Mind twisted and scorned
From reefer twisted in sherm
Eyes twitchin' from these bitch ass n***as
Despise snitches, my business
Yo, bitch ass n***as, it's my business
[Verse 1: Lil Jack]
I'm 'bout to go psycho or should I say homicidal
My choppers are like motorcycles, right hand on the rifle
We showed up, perc’s in the rival, survivin’ this shit and get right up, i wanted to bite her
Send shots to the biters and stay the fuck away from dick riders
A couple inside of, I think they really despise us
They wanna put bullets inside of my killers in spite of
And that's they reason why that I sit on the throne got me sire
The rapper messiah
Take a drain and get higher
My supplier said you ain’t have this, you overdose
These lies layin' comatose
Mane I keep a strap but you suckas lame
Leave yo brain exposed, then adios!
Leave you slumped over like Prince
My first pump off of my pants
My n***a we smoked till our eyes slant
My n***as eat together like ants
You n***as sleep together, don't speak to me
I run this bitch with no fatigue
Jason mask, and all fatigues, as we proceed to make you bleed
My n***a just jumped in the chevy
He told me these n***as was scary
We ready, we kill anything that ain't ready
They scatterin', windows was shatterin'
Bullets was rattlin' or should I say ratta-tat-tattin' man
Had to been about a hundred of 'em
But I'm constantly bustin' on wrong for nothin'
Sip purple drank and my gold chain
Cocaine, snort a whole thang
[Hook: Lil Jack] 2x
Been lost in the wind, talkin'
Dead Man Walkin', feelin' like they torn
Mind twisted and scorned
From reefer twisted in sherm
Eyes twitchin' from these bitch ass n***as
Despise snitches, my business
Yo, bitch ass n***as, it's my business
[Verse 3: Crucified]
Knock-knock-knock, it's a (?) at yo door
When I run up (?) better lay 'em on the floor
(?) get up anymore ......
...........................................
Hack 'em into pieces, mane I did it all before
Sacrificial meeting with the people out the core
..........................
..........................
Will the devil pay my dues?
Mane I take over this game, gotta get that fame
Gotta leave em bruised
And enter into this world, resurrected twice and I got some news
If you fuckin' with me I'mma chopper, chop you up and deuce