Lyrics

Close your eyes and count to seven When you wake, you'll be in heaven Jack be nimble, get jacked so quick Jack with a Jason mask on that bitch Terrifying these niggas souls 666 we like that shit, see Jack be nimble, get jacked so quick Jack with a Jason mask on that bitch Terrifying these niggas souls 666 we like that shit, see Jack be nimble, get jacked so quick Jack with a Jason mask on that bitch Terrifying these niggas souls 666 we like that shit, see Jack be nimble, get jacked so quick Jack with a Jason mask on that bitch Terrifying these niggas souls 666 we like that shit see Jack be nimble, get jacked so quick Jack with a Jason mask on that bitch Terrifying these niggas souls 666 we like that shit see 666 we like that shit Roll that bud and light that spliff Cock it back one time, I bust Fuck all these bitches, no hoes I trust Bitch, I got that devil in me Murderous, I like them semi's Heard of us?, we smoke like chimneys Sipping codeine, ain't got no kidneys Running this shit with some blood on my feet Suicide bitch, ain't no ho' up in me Step on my scene I'ma put you to sleep They treat me like Jesus, they bow down to me It's that phonky flowing, mystic blowing Junkie, selling, robbing, killing Bodies stacking to the fucking ceiling Weapon on me, ain't no concealing Jack be nimble, get jacked so quick Jack with a Jason mask on that bitch Terrifying these niggas souls 666 we like that shit, see Jack be nimble, get jacked so quick Jack with a Jason mask on that bitch Terrifying these niggas souls 666 we like that shit see Jack be nimble, get jacked so quick Jack with a Jason mask on that bitch Terrifying these niggas souls 666 we like that shit, see Jack be nimble, get jacked so quick Jack with a Jason mask on that bitch Terrifying these niggas souls 666 we like that shit, see Jack be nimble, get jacked so quick Jack with a Jason mask on that bitch Terrifying these niggas souls 666 we like that Pulling, pulling, pulling a name out the flame Call me Yung Plague Slitting my wrist with a blade, I'm insane Murder my style, you don't like it? Too bad because I'm killing myself anyway Got that rope around my neck now I'm ready to hang Keep on holding that tech I"m that target to spray Got an ocean of roaches and locusts approaching I'm hoping they don't think I'm Moses I'm sending them all to their graves Slitting 666 in my limp wrist, bitch Slitting 666 in my limp wrist, bitch Slitting 666 in my limp wrist, bitch Slitting 666 in my limp wrist, bitch
Writer(s): Aristos Petrou, Scott Arcenaux Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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