lil jack – bloody pentagram lyrics
[hook] 2x
bl–dy pentagrams, choppers never jam
cop a couple grams ‘fore we murder man dance
that mr. ouija, i might need a second opinion
them voices screamin’, they say:
“turn this b-tch into a k!llin’!”
[verse 1]
(?) séance, they speakin’ in tongues, beatin’ on drums
(?) chaos, got rap voodoo dolls
keep big -ss guns upside down
stars hangin’ by they feet, i bring you defeat
naked b-tches they come for the seat, k!ll you in your sleep
concrete pillows, i saw some friends faces
on six black widows
but my ego say f-ck these weirdos, spray ’em like mosquitoes
all black everything
she ask my why blood all on my wedding ring
re-tracin’ my steps, we thinkin’ ’bout everything
amphetamines got me on insomniac maniac
blame it on the nightmares mixed with cognac
i’ll tie ya with barbwire, we cut off yo feet
cannibal, m-ssacre, my n-gg-s gon’ eat
bl–dy rain flood the streets, i’m insane, you deceased
f-ck police my gutter beast slaughter the pigs for the feast, rest in peace
call the coroner, yellow-tape the corner up
slick dissers done conjured up the punisher, yo conquerer
[hook] 2x
bl–dy pentagrams, choppers never jam
cop a couple grams ‘fore we murder man dance
that mr. ouija, i might need a second opinion
them voices screamin’, they say:
“turn this b-tch into a k!llin’!”
[verse 2]
(?) vision exorcism with the candles lit
paranormal activities, b-tch like where the camera at?
karma in the kitchen, drama in the living room
bodies in the backyard, soon you gon’ be dead too
i saw a shadow cryin’ blood, they try to tell me it’s the drugs
she say show no love unless that n-gg- show you love
i blew reefer with the reaper, keep up, this sh-t get deeper
sneak up, put ya to sleep but we beat you into a seizure
creatures lurk through the dark
ya ain’t hard as you think you is
malicious manslaughter like who he think he is?
psychopathic, sinister, vicious torture dismember ya
disfigure, meant to injure ya, someone gon’ have to censor ya-
carnage, i represent da dearly departed
malnourished bodies in my closet, they say i’m heartless
welcome to the motherf-cking darkness
[hook] 2x
bl–dy pentagrams, choppers never jam
cop a couple grams ‘fore we murder man dance
that mr. ouija, i might need a second opinion
them voices screamin’, they say:
“turn this b-tch into a k!llin’!”
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