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