Twiztid, Jamie Madrox, Blaze Ya Dead Homie, Gibby Stites, Boondox - Go Out lyrics

Bitch you know I'm far from a perfectionist
I do you like Deebo and when I come around tuck your necklace
Eat up all ya crackers and ya chex mix
I been on that Big Kid ish day 1
Young and reckless
Bust you in the mic bitch respect this
I don't give a fuck what you like
I'll leave a slice where your neck is
Pizza talk from the pie chart killer
With a greater than symbol showing that I'm always illa than the rest of these suckers
Trying to have a pissing match with bitch motherfuckers
Y'all better sit down
Real on the come up
Talking loud but ain't saying nothing constantly bitch and ya'll need to shut up

I can't be concerned with your life I got my own shit to live
I don't wanna go out like some of my own heroes did
This shit right here so ill
That my head keeps ticking like the motherfucker finna explode
This shit right here so ill
That my head keeps ticking like the motherfucker finna explode

Fit em with closed caskets
Faceless bastard punks I lay to waste
When the Mossberg blasting
Laughing in the gun smoke
Gunpowder burns more food for worms
Send em 2 where all the dead go
Bring pain so cerebral
Hemorrhages from appendages
Pistol whipping from the desert eagle
It's all lethal in the game with the dead
Russian roulette loaded clip to the head
Don't want none with me
Virus spread quickly
Spray of the 12 gauge
Got em looking like Swiss cheese
Just a newbie I'm the veteran
Stomach tied up in need of Phenergan
Go an get it

I can't be concerned with your life I got my own shit to live
I don't wanna go out like some of my own heroes did
This shit right here so ill
That my head keeps ticking like the motherfucker finna explode
This shit right here so ill
That my head keeps ticking like the motherfucker finna explode

There's no need to be concerned, with me or how much cheese I earn
Treat it like illegal drinks be easy when you speaking words
We don't keep the herb. That's absurd homie we been burning
Sour by the hour word to Howard let me keep it stern with you
I won't holla unless it's dollars I can earn with you
Leave a hater in the dirt and let the worms squirm with you
I'll be at the the tippy top of the bottom give me props
Goth bitches give me top and swallow never spit the shot
Suffering succotash treat the beat like punching bags
Gibby leave 'em dizzy have 'em feeling like they're huffing gas
They like what the fuck is that? It's bird, it's plane
It's a sucker in the way, that motherfuckers getting slayed like

I can't be concerned with your life I got my own shit to live
I don't wanna go out like some of my own heroes did
This shit right here so ill
That my head keeps ticking like the motherfucker finna explode
This shit right here so ill
That my head keeps ticking like the motherfucker finna explode

These bitches stay triggered like a bomb in a suitcase
Mental terrorism gottem nutty as a fruitcake
It's too late and y'all done tangled with a centipede
Reckless with the verbiage when ya made me the enemy
That's why I keep it loaded with a G2
Seventeen in ya got ya sternum looking see through
I need you to hear me when I speak
Ya fuck around with the Heathen you'll be leaving with a leak
'Cause they don't make enough time up in the day
To be playing with these children so I'm leading with the spray
So let it be a little lesson for one with the next plot
I empty clips but I've always got the next shot

I can't be concerned with your life I got my own shit to live
I don't wanna go out like some of my own heroes did
This shit right here so ill
That my head keeps ticking like the motherfucker finna explode
This shit right here so ill
That my head keeps ticking like the motherfucker finna explode
My head keeps ticking like the motherfucker finna explode
My head keeps ticking like the motherfucker finna explode