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manson family - insanity lyrics

[hook: c-rock]
hitmen in this hoe when we are family, insanity
choppin’ body parts into infinity, my tennessee’s
react to (?) reflex, my enemies were sent to me
leave a bl–dy mess up on the ceiling, now a memory
scattered bladders, i don’t give a p-ss about a ratta-tatta
surgical steel placed, i open up your chest, now blood splatters
beggin’ me to stop or save yo (?) because it do not matter
welcome to the dark side, now reducing you to human cattle

[verse 1: lil jack]
witnessing pain from these motherf-cking buckshots
mind twisted, bliss from hallucinations, ammunition spittin’
here a n-ggas face is pointed fourties and thirty, thirty, thirty gauges
m-ssacre, mind gone and thrown off c0ke
nine chromes and blown off throats
(?) out the sun roof, move, we shoot
with the chrome tec nine and a black deuce deuce
with the mask out, tryin’ to (?) shock
seventeen shot, double m glock
nervous with a hole in his skull
(?) gettin’ dug, swerve to the curb
reefer, hennessy
bringin’ out my manson tennessee’s
i pistol whoop a motherf-cker til i think he dead
it’s the four shot mag and a carc-ss ready
silencers, calibers, thinkin’ ’bout a chainsaw m-ssacre
head straight to da door with da calico
uh, gone off a pile of c0ke
slug to the motherf-cking chamber
ski mask you scary b-tch
pistol grip, snub-nose, thirty gauge hammers
we ride you scary b-tch

[hook: c-rock]

[verse 2: c-rock]
homicide ain’t no option, it’s just the choice to k!ll a n-gga
feel a n-gga when i leave a n-gga rotting
organs fall out his body, open ’em up with a surgeon steel
label this the autopsy
n-ggas can’t rob me, take it from me, take it from me
it’s like a n-gga givin’ up his will to breathe
i never feel defeat, so when i feel the beat
i really talk about the sh-t a n-gga do in these streets
“you better watchin'” this what these n-ggas was sayin’
about me, so why a n-gga wanna doubt me
motherf-ckers ride deep in the eight street
k!lla be’s droppin’ bullets off in yo -ss and yo family
m-a-n-s-o-n, we some murderers
pull the n-gga out that’s talkin’ sh-t and we gon’ f-ck him up
russian roulette with a bullet, you lucky son
now that you know about (?) what is up
n-gga better duck, i got a porch like a truck
get the nine (?) won’t bust
and it’s no love, wrap a body in the rug
put him in the fireplace and watch it turn to dust
i got a bloodl-st, feel like chopping ’em up
body parts in the motherf-ckin’ trunk tucked
… chevy outside full of rust
(?) tanks and i’m still ridin’ high as f-ck, n-gga what

[hook: c-rock]

[verse 3: lord infamous]
yes i got merchandise, this is a merchant’s price
yes i got what you like, sell your soul for this ice
if you want coca-in-ah, drop it straight on the beamer
eyes poppin’ out the socket, grindin’ down all yo t–th-ah
potent of opiates, opana down to that boy
push it into your veins, nod off the feel of joy
heroin in grey and beige, these b-tches; they will obey
these n-ggas they noddin’, about to fall on they f-ckin’ face
s-x on that tussionex, yes it’s that yellow d-ck
put a line on her -ss, sniff it right off the b-tch
yes and i sell ’em too, she choose me; she choose a fool
come to gorilla school, i beat you, you break the rules
yes i’m the scarecrow, drugs and pimpin’ i’m raised on
i’m from that k!lla m, you pop or get popped on
you need it, we got it, you want it we sell in packets
and push it
i roll it, don’t tell it, i’ll k!ll you, you lookin’

[hook: c-rock]

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