[Intro: Lil Jack]

Hallucinations

[Verse 1: Yung Koke]

Murderer, serving ya, motherfucker, don't make me click

Schizophrenic, you motherfuckers panic, I'ma kill kill me a son of a bitch

Dramatized, bloody eyes, call me a-a Manson assassin

Kicking down doors with .44's, first nigga to always start blasting

Head mashing [?] head rush, that means eight to the brain

I guess, that's why I'm affiliated, real niggas true to the game

Feelin' [?] with blue lights, AK shells choppin' you down

You may say that boy's a clown, puttin' em six feet under the ground

My head ain't right, sometimes I feel like getting crunk

Get a couple grams of funk and act a fool on one of you punks

Jack, go to the trunk, get the pump, and start the ride

We'll call [?] and everything is quiet

Maniac Scarfo will be the man behind the killin' spree

[?] set, three niggas with [?] already wrecked, man, fuck felonies

Get your gun, I ain't barrin' none, cowards run when it's time to ride

Ya'll don't know what's in the mind of the dramatized

[Verse 2: Queen]

In my state of misery, how can I ease my pain

When these [?] bitches wanna speak my name

You better recognize your error, before you choose it

And holes gone to your face, before you lose it

Since it's my time to touch it, I'm a hoe gettin' clutches

And since my rank is the [?], you can call me the Dutchess

I'm coming deep, down and dirty, from the other side

I hear the whistling of the wind, it's urging me to sin

Or could it be, the optimos out the Chevy doors

That keep you swole, and keep you decomposed

Can you look inside the mind of a [?] killer

Lyrical cap-pealer, and find no love for a nigga

I just had to get you open, and I know that you hoping

That I won't split your body open from the words that I spoken