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Paroles : Lockjaw
Dislocate my shoulder from the automatic kick back
It gon bend my wrist back
Windows tinted matte black
Pop him in the jaw yea that fatty boutta bleed out
He done had his fun but imma take his teeth now
Lock in yo jaw with the clip it on sight
And we flock with the mob you gon dip its ight
And I don′t f**k wit cops cause the laws never right And yo ma like my circle cause that sh*t be mad tight
Lock jaw, yeah
Lock jaw, yeah
Lock jaw, yeah
Lock jaw, yeah
Lock jaw, lock jaw
Lock jaw, lock jaw
Lock jaw, lock jaw
Lock jaw, lock jaw
Runnin around the city with the motha f**kin tooly tuck
You cannot run cause you the biggest obese chunky f**k
Yo fat a** can keep your head if you can quickly skully duck
Hoe I'm not a leprechaun you outta motha f**kin luck
Hit em with the fafa
You gon f**kin die die
Beam him like it sci fi
Drop him with the Glock nine
F**kin make his soul fly
Skin him if he don′t die
Take yo life and keep mine
Make his f**kin teeth mine
Ultra violence, like I'm simp and sin
There is no limit to the wicked that i keep within
I'll kill your next of kin
I hope that I offend
Too many f**king voices I don′t wanna let em in
Don′t be looking at me like a mother f**king, pscyho
I know, that I'm gonna dead em with (My flow)
Pyro, I don′t know why I'm not viral
B*t*h I′m prolly better than your idol
Like surprise, its i
Wanna try? come die
Who am I? sick guy
Make you commit suicide
Murder everybody my predicate
If you ask me everybody too delicate
Sitting on the precipice
Give me any rapper ima hit with some better sh*t
Body everything and anyone, no prejudice
Now back off, cause you really trippin like you on bath salts
And admittedly your music isn't that hard
Ima hit em bet I leave em with a cracked jaw
When I pull up ima cut em with a hacksaw
Put em on a ventilator, watch em die
Send em on an escalator to see God
Celebrate their death with a gla** of wine
Then I′ll eat their heart with some apple pie
You want a shortcut to the afterlife, be my guest
No problem with me sacrificing a pest
They be Like JEK why you such a damn mess
I'm in love with violence yes I confess
Dislocate my shoulder from the automatic kick back
It gon bend my wrist back
Windows tinted matte black
Pop him in the jaw yea that fatty boutta bleed out
He done had his fun but imma take his teeth now
Lock in yo jaw with the clip it on sight
And we flock with the mob you gon dip its ight
And i dont f**k wit cops cause the laws never right
And yo ma like my circle cause that sh*t be mad tight
Lock jaw, yeah
Lock jaw, yeah
Lock jaw, yeah
Lock jaw, yeah
Lock jaw, lock jaw
Lock jaw, lock jaw
Lock jaw, lock jaw
Lock jaw, lock jaw
It gon bend my wrist back
Windows tinted matte black
Pop him in the jaw yea that fatty boutta bleed out
He done had his fun but imma take his teeth now
Lock in yo jaw with the clip it on sight
And we flock with the mob you gon dip its ight
And I don′t f**k wit cops cause the laws never right And yo ma like my circle cause that sh*t be mad tight
Lock jaw, yeah
Lock jaw, yeah
Lock jaw, yeah
Lock jaw, yeah
Lock jaw, lock jaw
Lock jaw, lock jaw
Lock jaw, lock jaw
Lock jaw, lock jaw
Runnin around the city with the motha f**kin tooly tuck
You cannot run cause you the biggest obese chunky f**k
Yo fat a** can keep your head if you can quickly skully duck
Hoe I'm not a leprechaun you outta motha f**kin luck
Hit em with the fafa
You gon f**kin die die
Beam him like it sci fi
Drop him with the Glock nine
F**kin make his soul fly
Skin him if he don′t die
Take yo life and keep mine
Make his f**kin teeth mine
Ultra violence, like I'm simp and sin
There is no limit to the wicked that i keep within
I'll kill your next of kin
I hope that I offend
Too many f**king voices I don′t wanna let em in
Don′t be looking at me like a mother f**king, pscyho
I know, that I'm gonna dead em with (My flow)
Pyro, I don′t know why I'm not viral
B*t*h I′m prolly better than your idol
Like surprise, its i
Wanna try? come die
Who am I? sick guy
Make you commit suicide
Murder everybody my predicate
If you ask me everybody too delicate
Sitting on the precipice
Give me any rapper ima hit with some better sh*t
Body everything and anyone, no prejudice
Now back off, cause you really trippin like you on bath salts
And admittedly your music isn't that hard
Ima hit em bet I leave em with a cracked jaw
When I pull up ima cut em with a hacksaw
Put em on a ventilator, watch em die
Send em on an escalator to see God
Celebrate their death with a gla** of wine
Then I′ll eat their heart with some apple pie
You want a shortcut to the afterlife, be my guest
No problem with me sacrificing a pest
They be Like JEK why you such a damn mess
I'm in love with violence yes I confess
Dislocate my shoulder from the automatic kick back
It gon bend my wrist back
Windows tinted matte black
Pop him in the jaw yea that fatty boutta bleed out
He done had his fun but imma take his teeth now
Lock in yo jaw with the clip it on sight
And we flock with the mob you gon dip its ight
And i dont f**k wit cops cause the laws never right
And yo ma like my circle cause that sh*t be mad tight
Lock jaw, yeah
Lock jaw, yeah
Lock jaw, yeah
Lock jaw, yeah
Lock jaw, lock jaw
Lock jaw, lock jaw
Lock jaw, lock jaw
Lock jaw, lock jaw
