5150

Behold, Your Highness, the Luniz are here

Bring them in

Man, where the fuck we at? Who the fuck are you?

It is I, Jesus, Shock Jesus

And what brings you brothers to such an early fate?

I don't know what the fuck, man

**** just shot me, man, what the fuck, man?

How dare you use such language in the face of the Almighty?

Fuck you

You shall perish

Bitch

It is my judgment that you shall burn in hell

Man, no

For eternity

No (The Luniz are here)

5150 (Feel)

Psycho disco just got Luni

5150 (Feel)

Psycho disco just got Luni

I wish I had cot (What?), I wish I had some cot (Why?)

So I could sky and have a place to lay my head and plot

A broke **** boney

Quick to lick but I could never steal shit from my homies (Never)

I play acts and make scratch from table scraps

And always end up fucked watchin' other **** backs

I broke hamps wit' my folks and get pounds

But in the mist of funk

Would they really bust rounds?

I get woozy when I inhale all the badness

I swear to the Lord when I was young I never had this (Problem)

I stressed the fuck out, gotta doubt my own ****

I try to solve my problems wit' hamps and liquor

I used to swig a 22, graduated to a 64

And now I don't smoke weed no mo'

And I ain't knowin' where I'm headin'

Most likely it's the scene of creamery

I'm petrified of the whole scenery

The game is some shit ya either roll wit'

Or give up because the game is quick to make a **** funky

For less is what I was wishin' for, it never came true

So it came to plannin' missions damn near shittin' in my drawers

I gotta play my part though and take what I can

From the **** I don't got Scarface, ****, I feel ya

By any means necessary

That's why they find scary **** buried

Carried to a whole 'nother place

If you's a hard ****, die with a smirk on your face

So much drama, I put my best in it

Peace, I'd rather live than rather rest in it

Where I'm from or where I'm headed, it ain't no love

I give thanks that I'm alive to the man up above

I'm still takin' shit day-by-day

Survin' off a nifty, that's why I'm goin' 5150

Ripley's won't believe I'm shot, limpin' down the block

Tryin' to scoot out, carry the bloody Glock

'Cause ****, they plot, it was a shoot out

Tryin' to take the loot out my pocket

But I'm quick to let the Glock spit at his 350 rocket

Then I split runnin' down the block

No sense of dick made them bitch-made **** whip out a gauge

Then blaze my rib-cage (I'm dazed)

On the ground, hella bleedin' ass out

I remember seein' somebody put me in a glass house (I passed out)

Then my spirit arose up out my flesh, I'm old (My beard and clothes)

No more bullet-holes in my chest

A gold vest when I awaken for Mista Go-Tec-9 is awaitin'

The Lord won't meet if you'll sayin' for player-hatin'

I'm facin' Shock Jesus 'cause I'm the G-ist **** to do the job right

Because I'm trained up in that mob life

(Come back tonight) Strapped tonight

He said if I succeed, he'll bring my family and dead homies back to life

A big-ass eagle scooped me up, then we bails out

Flyin' through the cuts, goin' the secret hill route

The whole scene was a disaster

Friday the 13th, The Final Chapter

Lookin' **** wit' Casper the ghost

But I float until I smoked the big man

Slipped in quick-sand

He's gonna kill me but my spirit slipped in my body

I yelled, "Watch out, he's gonna get me"

(He's gonna get me)

They didn't get me, huh, they labeled my ass 5150

5150 (Feel)

Psycho disco just got Luni

5150 (Feel)

Psycho disco just got Luni