Letras
Slit, cut, slit, cut, cut
Yeah I rock my scrubs and do what the fuck I want
3:16 L, cut you all the way to hell
I be smokin' blunts before your operation, what's the smell?
What the heck, bitch it's Young Jack, groin to the neck
Disembowel with no gloves just to get my hands wet
Touch my money, get my bands wet, flip my handset, "Y'ello?"
You best check the county morgue 'cause I just sent your man below
Because I'm in need of surgery, it's in my blood
Rozzi, snide it in, cut both, and left only a small stub
You don't know what I can do, missiles rippin' and flyin' fool
Committed to the surgery, committin' homicide on you
Code blue, ICU, you and yours flyin' through
Love the feeling of a pair of scissors when it's slicing you
Got some tricks up my sleeve, turn you into Christopher Reeve
In my triage of terror no one do it quite like I do
Enemies wanna violate ya, bitches wanna eavesdrop
My mansion is a morgue, I just let the damn deceased rot
He cocked, got you bitches flyin' like a geese flock
Matter of fact you pussies rolled up on the OBG doc
Full path, laughin' crazy, lettin' my fuckin' teeth rot
Hit you in the head with a brick then
Hit the stupid ass fuckin' weed shop
Duh-ha, duh-ha, duh-ha, hee-ha
K2 cowboy, kill ya when I see ya
Boy I'm 'bout to throw up, Bombay, po' up
Knife tip amblang 'til your bitches throat up
Find me in Norway, chillin' in the forest
Posted up in the shack, fuckin' somethin' gorgeous
Fill 'em up with dirt, throw 'em with the corpses
Head back to the fortress, all my tools cordless
Drilling, drilling, all my victims willing
They tell me that it's thrilling so you better start digging
'Cause there's bodies to the ceiling
And there's bodies in the basement
Never take the mask off, underneath I'm faceless
Tell me when the bass hits, show me where the face splits
Remove all the skin so I can make a Louie bag, bitch
Haters wanna act like I'm somethin' that I'm not