Tommy Wright III - Killa By Nature | Текст песни

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Chicken bone now it's on, now it's on, now it's on X 100+

[Tommy Wright III]
Yo they got me in the slammer, one they call chicken bone
Throw me in that straight-jacket so I won't go shank someone
Yo they got me locked down murderers getting next to me
I'm finna find another victim, you best call security
I'm tired of looking at these walls, I feel like an animal
I might think like Jeffrey Dahmer and become a cannibal
If I can decide or come to a conclusion; y'all gon' have to lock me up in the institution
I'm fearing it is mental health, think I might get jacked to death
I must sit around and wait, but I got a trail date
I wonder will the jury plead that my case is guilty
That I only killed a man, why don't you come shake my hand
My sawed-off I never see, out this penitentiary
Waiting on a visit man, if no one comes I'm gon' campaign
Feeling like a reject, thinking that my case was rigged
Man I hate the justice system, but I have to live wit it
Murder in the first degree, thinking of a killing
Meditated once again so I can get that feeling
Get in touch with another gut and deliver
Stealing in such a way that your whole body shiver
That's why I'm tied off in the straight jacket; can't get free
Cause I killed a mail man just for staring at me
They lock me up, sometimes I think my screws are lose
They think I'm crazy, sometimes I think I'm crazy too
I woke up early in the morning, popped a clip in my nine
Cocked my hammer back, and something snapped in my mind
That's why they got me locked up in this padded white room
Now I'm talking to myself like a psychopathic fool
And they sticking me with needles, stuffing my mouth with pills
And since there's nothing else to do, I think of ways to kill
Add a touch of gunpowder; just to make my mind click
To make my just like my master; a lunatic
Welcome to starter city, where people have psycho thoughts
There's visions of dead bodies, just not around pull-up park
So go get a chainsaw and (unintelligible) I cut it
Body parts start to drippin' and the blood starts to pourin'
So I sit in the darkness and check my attire
And if I start to get hungry, I go and pour me a screwdriver
My thoughts are all wicked, body parts are delicious
I find myself with a butcher knife and I go plan a killing
See the way that I do things, I do it the psycho way
Michael Myers was killing, to chicken bone life is child's play
Never slack up on murders, cause I'm creeping with the body bag
Psychopathic schizophrenic sleeping in a ski MAAAAAAAAsk
Chicken bone now it's on, now it's on, now it's on X 100+

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