Bullet Holes

[Hook: Project Pat sample]
Pop-pop from the Glock, body full of bullet holes
Where the hollow point shells land, man nobody knows

[Verse 1: Lil Infamous]
Steppin' out the belly booth, my madhouse
(?) organize make this a torture on victims
I'm grippin' the sledgehammer, (?), syringes and a sickle
Some needle and thread kiss so I can stitch
As yo blood drips I (?) cause I'm a cannibal on cannabis
I'm hungry, zombies guard my torture chamber gates
No escapees, only way to see daylight is me sealing yo fate
Eliminate, before I devour yo face I say my grace
Sippin' red ruM out the holy grail aside on entrails on my plate
Niggas is history, I'm not a figment of your mental imagery
Ricky possessed by the demonic entities
(?) not fuck with me now all (?) mentally
Bitch I'm vicious with a (?) like rabies
Crazed in the mind ... babies
Shit ain't nothin' new ... on a daily
Catchin' body parts then I send 'em on a Hades
Leave you in misery, I show no pity
Oh tricks, I will injure and show you no empathy
End yo damn life and I show you no sympathy
Criminal mind nigga, fuck a life sentencing
Fuck the death penalty, purposely injuring
Damn prison guards all up in my facility
Open the portal to hell then I enter in
Keyser Soze say: "Make sure they remember me"

[Hook: Project Pat sample] 4x
Pop-pop from the Glock, body full of bullet holes
Where the hollow point shells land, man nobody knows

[Verse 2: Locodunit]
KAY NOW
Play with a nigga AK, hit a nigga bottom front page
Get on yo bitch, hit on yo bitch cause nigga like Bombay
I'm on them pills and MJ, walk on the moon like M.J
Full magazine like east bay
Stay with a drum like Green Day
With milli cause I'm on a green chase
Now I got fans in another countries
She like my ex and she say I'm country
Life I just swallow like pimpin' Bambie
I remember I had to stay with auntie
Mane I was pissed as ever
Two bedrooms on bad (?) we had the shit together
KAY NOW, made me a nigga a vegetable
I swear these lil bullets digestable
One of 'em stayed in they throat
But I make you shit out all the rest of 'em
Loco D. maybe commit a homicide, maybe call one of my guys
I can kill one of yo bitches, shoot goin' down like Mary J. Bligh
I'm hypnotizing yo mind, put that Deuce Deuce in yo face
Shoot the gun til I roll out, I'm Ludacris with the brace
Bitch I'm strapped up with AK and I been snortin' that powder
I'm in a daze - that 48 hours KAY NOW

[Hook: Project Pat sample til end]
Pop-pop from the Glock, body full of bullet holes
Where the hollow point shells land, man nobody knows