Let’s Make A Stang

Lyrics

Wicked Sick Productions [Intro: Lil Jack] Bullet with yo face on it, see me kill for fun Run nigga 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 nigga 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 niggas, blow yo face off nigga, where they make y'all niggas? I'm the type of killer that'll hide in ya house, put that iron in yo mouth, I wanna waste y'all niggas 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 Niggas 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 nigga 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' niggas [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 nigga 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 nigga 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 nigga 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