Limp Wrist lyrics

[Intro: Child's Play 2]
Close your eyes and count to seven, when you wake you'll be in heaven

[Chorus: DJ Paul & $witchblade $crim, Both]
Jack be nimble, get jacked so quick
Jack with a Jason mask on that b*tch
Terrifyin' these n*gga's souls
Six-six-six, we like that sh*t, see?
Jack be nimble, get jacked so quick
Jack with a Jason mask on that b*tch
Terrifyin' these n*gga's souls
Six-six-six, we like that sh*t, see?
Jack be nimble, get jacked so quick
Jack with a Jason mask on that b*tch
Terrifyin' these n*gga's souls
Six-six-six, we like that sh*t, see?
Jack be nimble, get jacked so quick
Jack with a Jason mask on that b*tch
Terrifyin' these n*gga's souls
Six-six-six, we like that sh*t, see?
Jack be nimble, get jacked so quick
Jack with a Jason mask on that b*tch
($ui-$ui-$uicide)
Terrifyin' these n*gga's souls
Six-six-six, we like that sh*t, see?
[Verse 1: $witchblade $crim]
Six-six-six we like that sh*t
Roll that bud, and light that spliff
c*ck it back one time, I bust
f*ck all these b*tches, no hoes I trust
b*tch, I got that devil in me
Murderous, I like them semi's
Heard of us? We smoke like chimneys
Sipping codeine, ain't got no kidneys
Running this sh*t with some blood on my feet
$uicide, b*tch ain't no ho up in me
Step on my scene, I'mma put you to sleep
They treat me like Jesus, they bow down to me
It's that phonky flowing, mystic blowing
Junkie, sellin', robbin', killing
Bodies stacking to the f*cking ceiling
Weapon on me, ain't no concealing

[Chorus: DJ Paul]
Jack be nimble, get jacked so quick
Jack with a Jason mask on that b*tch
Terrifyin' these n*gga's souls
Six-six-six, we like that sh*t, see?
Jack be nimble, get jacked so quick
Jack with a Jason mask on that b*tch
Terrifyin' these n*gga's souls
Six-six-six, we like that sh*t, see?
Jack be nimble, get jacked so quick
Jack with a Jason mask on that b*tch
Terrifyin' these n*gga's souls
Six-six-six, we like that sh*t, see?
Jack be nimble, get jacked so quick
Jack with a Jason mask on that b*tch
Terrifyin' these n*gga's souls
Six-six-six, we like that sh*t, see?
Jack be nimble, get jacked so quick
Jack with a Jason mask on that b*tch
Terrifyin' these n*gga's souls
Six-six-six, we like that sh*t—
[Verse 2: Yung Plague]
Pulling a name out the flame
Call me Yung Plague
Slitting my wrist with a blade
I'm insane
Murder my style
You don't like it?
Too bad because I'm killing myself anyway
Got that rope around my neck, now I'm ready to hang
Keep on holding that TEC
I'm that target to spray
Got an ocean of roaches and locusts approaching
I'm hoping they don't think I'm Moses
I'm sending them all to their graves

[Outro: Yung Plague]
Slitting six-six-six in my limp wrist, b*tch
Slitting six-six-six in my limp wrist, b*tch
Slitting six-six-six in my limp wrist, b*tch
Slitting six-six-six in my limp wrist, b*tch