Insanity

Lyrics

[Hook: C-Rock] Hitmen in this hoe when we are family, insanity Choppin' body parts into infinity, my Tennessee's React to (?) reflex, my enemies were sent to me Leave a bloody mess up on the ceiling, now a memory Scattered bladders, I don't give a piss about a ratta-tatta Surgical steel placed, I open up your chest, now blood splatters Beggin' me to stop or save yo (?) because it do not matter Welcome to the dark side, now reducing you to human cattle [Verse 1: Lil Jack] Witnessing pain from these motherfucking buckshots Mind twisted, bliss from hallucinations, ammunition spittin' Here a niggas face is pointed fourties and thirty, thirty, thirty gauges Massacre, mind gone and thrown off coke Nine chromes and blown off throats (?) out the sun roof, move, we shoot With the chrome tec nine and a black deuce deuce With the mask out, tryin' to (?) shock Seventeen shot, double M Glock Nervous with a hole in his skull (?) gettin' dug, swerve to the curb Reefer, Hennessy Bringin' out my Manson Tennessee's I pistol whoop a motherfucker til I think he dead It's the four shot mag and a carcass ready Silencers, calibers, thinkin' 'bout a chainsaw massacre Head straight to da door with da calico Uh, gone off a pile of coke Slug to the motherfucking chamber Ski mask you scary bitch Pistol grip, snub-nose, thirty gauge hammers We ride you scary bitch [Hook: C-Rock] [Verse 2: C-Rock] Homicide ain't no option, it's just the choice to kill a nigga Feel a nigga when I leave a nigga rotting Organs fall out his body, open 'em up with a surgeon steel Label this the autopsy Niggas can't rob me, take it from me, take it from me It's like a nigga givin' up his will to breathe I never feel defeat, so when I feel the beat I really talk about the shit a nigga do in these streets "You better watchin'" this what these niggas was sayin' About me, so why a nigga wanna doubt me Motherfuckers ride deep in the eight street Killa be's droppin' bullets off in yo ass and yo family M-A-N-S-O-N, we some murderers Pull the nigga out that's talkin' shit and we gon' fuck him up Russian roulette with a bullet, you lucky son Now that you know about (?) what is up Nigga better duck, I got a porch like a truck Get the nine (?) won't bust And it's no love, wrap a body in the rug Put him in the fireplace and watch it turn to dust I got a bloodlust, feel like chopping 'em up Body parts in the motherfuckin' trunk tucked ... Chevy outside full of rust (?) tanks and I'm still ridin' high as fuck, nigga what [Hook: C-Rock] [Verse 3: Lord Infamous] Yes I got merchandise, this is a merchant's price Yes I got what you like, sell your soul for this ice If you want coca-in-ah, drop it straight on the Beamer Eyes poppin' out the socket, grindin' down all yo teeth-ah Potent of opiates, Opana down to that boy Push it into your veins, nod off the feel of joy Heroin in grey and beige, these bitches; they will obey These niggas they noddin', about to fall on they fuckin' face Sex on that Tussionex, yes it's that yellow dick Put a line on her ass, sniff it right off the bitch Yes and I sell 'em too, she choose me; she choose a fool Come to gorilla school, I beat you, you break the rules Yes I'm the Scarecrow, drugs and pimpin' I'm raised on I'm from that killa M, you pop or get popped on You need it, we got it, you want it we sell in packets And push it I roll it, don't tell it, I'll kill you, you lookin' [Hook: C-Rock]