Wicked Sick Productions

[Intro: Lil Jack]
Bullet with yo face on it, see me kill for fun
Run n***a run, redruM, redruM
Picture-Picture closed casket, we go Taliban
And my Tommy Gun drum goes ram-pam-pam-pam-pam
Bullet with yo face on it, see me kill for fun
Run n***a run, redruM, redruM
Picture-Picture closed casket, we go Taliban
And my Tommy Gun drum goes ram-pam-pam-pam-pam

[Verse 1: Lil Jack]
Lord knows man I hate y'all n***as, blow yo face off n***a, where they make y'all n***as?
I'm the type of killer that'll hide in ya house, put that iron in yo mouth, I wanna waste y'all n***as
I got a pistol grip and I'ma pistol whip a pussy wimp - little pussy bitch
They think I lost my mind, they say I'm Wicked Sick
They yellin' 9-1-1, I'm yellin' 6-6-6
Drink that virgin blood where they bond a bitch
I'm on that drama shit then get yo mom a fifth
N***as walking dead, off with they head
Somebody help me - I'm 'bout to click!
I put a bullet to yo motherfuckin' face, hoe
Where they leave a n***a with no face, hoes
Call me J-A-lower k, blow the place
K got a pillow case for yo face, hoe
Seein' bodies wrapped around trees
Walking through blood up to my knees, please
My homeboy still got that human skull, a couple hostages and some fire ass weed
About to be a killing spree, free Charles Manson and R.I.P
To all my enemies that plan on killin' me
Don't let me run up in yo crib and leave you all deceased
But y'all common thieves that don't believe it, please
Chalk line, blood all over the street
Police cover up the body with sheets
Break out the shovel - six feet deep
Coroners', pallbearers', choppers' tall as basketball players
Call the Reaper, grab the sickle AKA Jack the Ripper
Slap the shit outta one o' you rappin' n***as
[Verse 2: Evil Pimp]
On the run I see them blue lights flashing so the Pimp must dance
A-P-B is out on me so police looking for my ass
Run through the alley, I drop off the weapon and now I'm high-steppin' to get out the room
I can't be seen walkin' round in these jeans cause the blood is all over and that is no good
Found me a lemon who patiently sittin' up in the red Lexus, I knock on the glass
Told him I need to like borrow your car or hoe you're gonna help me get out of here fast
Hopped in the passenger seat and I told him to step on the pedal and get on the road
Go in my pockets and roll up a Swisher Sweet, put to my lips and light, now I am blown
All of a sudden I see out my mirror the Highway State Trooper is creepin' up slow
Now all my nerves high, went off in a panic, before I get caught I will murder that hoe
Dropped my ass off somewhere outside my ave, now I'm back on the streets and start lurkin' again
Get what I get from the crime I commit it's the truth, I'm in love and then off in the wind
Making my way to mount with the gun on my waist and there's nothing but blood on my mind
So, don't get caught, hoe, out late at night
Another whole robbery victim is all they will find
Trying to do whatever, it's whatever, make my pockets right
I'ma have a good ass night as long as there's no flashin' light

[Interlude]

[Verse 3: Lord Infamous]
BLAY!
While I'm stalking the target I'm thinking "Let's rob him and sell all his dead organs on the black market"
Trigger finger throbbin', Mafioso Goblin, eliminate a n***a with a wicked deadly problem
Lord's so deadly, can't protect yo neck cause I'm gunnin' down clowns with the automatized Tec
Put on the camo and grab extra ammo, I pad the war paint and I wet up your chest
Dump me a quarter of brain on the plate and I never get rid, his damn skull on the stake
Push two black candles into the eye sockets on silver tray, bitch I got cannibal taste
Infamous Hannibal, ferocious animal, crocodile, cold-blooded as a reptile
"Dead Man Walking", open your coffin and rip all the gold out yo mouth
[Verse 4: II Tone]
Now I'm that n***a layin' in the cut, scopin' out the scene
I want drugs and the money cause I gotta feed the team
So I grab the Glock, get the mask, take me to your fuckin' stash
Don't make a move, just point me to the cash
With the mind of a lunatic, don't turn around
Shut the fuck up 'fore a n***a buck ya down
All about the money so I run up in your crib
Drop it off yo ass, gotta get it how I live
Million ways to murder since the '94
Now I gotta run up out the back door, blast 'em with da .44
Now my mind at ease, shit I feel no pain
I'm down for a robbery, let's make a stang