Jack be nimble, get jacked so quick, Jack with a Jason mask on that bitch

Terrifyin' these **** souls, 666, we like that shit, see

In my mind they turn into dust

Firepower; what I lust

2-11 is a must

Spirit crushin'; what I does

Filling up the fuckin' clip

With the bullets; red tips

Holy shit, now you learn

Let that fire set you free

Goin' on a killin' spree

2-2-5 set you free

With a smirk, I'mma grief

Feeling froggy? Go and leave

Lit 'em up, Christmas tree

Stock is full of buckshot

Mossberg, Mossberg

12-gauge, unheard

On a lame, on my name, G-L-O-C-K

Now I'm feeling strapped

Hit me with a couple bust stains

Never know ya' when we blow ya' head, to me, it's all the same

Bloodline on the front line, pulled the front page

Blood black on the guy's face

Scopin' for a ride

Lurkin' through my city with no biddy, loaded on my block

2-11 on my block

187 if he stops

Tryna get me for my guap'

But I 'lerted all the cops