Flak Jacket Lyrics

Twist your mind, it's agony

Fuck your, kind you're dead to me

30 ways to die in my magazine

Light the block up like kerosene

Horns up!

Five points down when I smoke a blunt

You found out when you fucked around and got lit up

We don't shed no fucking tears for a dead opp

Don't cry over no spilled lean from my white cup

You leaned over, looking all Slumpt up

Neck twisted, all choked up

So what? It's done.

Another body ash to ash, fill my nose with dust

Clearing out a whole bloodline, downsize

Call it genocide, slashing through the night sky

Snort a fat line, ape in guerilla time

Shells fly towards your third eye

Don't clip this, no soundbyte

Get your neck sliced

Under the crust like a slice of pie

Flock on anyone no matter what size

I roll the dice, ready to die

Reckless on the slide, blacklight

Dead motherfuckers don't think twice, no

Twist your mind, it's agony

Fuck your, kind you're dead to me

30 ways to die in my magazine

Light the block up like kerosene

You be talking all that shit and getting nowhere

You don't wanna go there

Bitch you being jealous and I'm so rare

Getting all the money it ain't no fair

And you know I don't care

Fucking and I'm pulling on your hoe's hair

Pull up with the hotbox

Smoking on a blunt full of moon rocks

Sizzling the paper with the Pop Rox

One puff make a shorty wanna pop lock

If I'm gonna act up, you could get packed up

I'ma put the card face up in attack mode

And I never lack, no

You gone make me pull up, make it crack, BOOM

Rotting Out, keep a pound in a half stack

I've been on hots, I don't know how to act

Press me, cut you up like New Jack

APX got a pole, he use that

One false move, get boomed with two straps

Twist your mind, it's agony

Fuck your, kind you're dead to me

30 ways to die in my magazine

Light the block up like kerosene

You can't do any better

Fuck Glock, I'm all Beretta, like

Creep in the dark, I'm a night terror

Gat crack like a broken mirror