JACKTHERiPPER

[Verse]
Pistol fucking bang don't make aim at ya chest
I’m running with your neck and 15 bands they might arrest
They know I am the kid and since a jit I run this shit
I walk up in the woods and sit alone astonishing
I been writing on my own for bout a month up in this bitch
I'm changing up my flow so every song you wonder which
I keep 11 on me but the name ain't Lil Mitch
They thought i couldn’t rap i got them tied up in a ditch
Word to my momma gon' regret what all they did
I'm leaving, the grid
I'm taking my mid
I might have a kid
Stunt all on these rappers cause my mindset different
Couldn't if they tried because they mind ain't right
I stab a fucker for fun
Wrist or Tommy go gun
Decapitate a white nun
In the woods with my son
Don't you touch him back off
Fuck her with the rats off
Talking to the black god
Immediately white rod
Took him in the tote road
2 minute death I don't know
Garbage have to sock it with the Glock i might just pop it
Aim yo head and start to bust it
Hide the body in the rubbage
Why you talk you know i cut it
Eat it maybe cold like Russian
Thru the lens I see her once
Living on with all my cuts
Scars all on my body and they swear they understand
You don’t get shit cause you not a fucking man
Killing all the weak but yeah I’m living with no plan
I wanna fucking end it with this pain inside my chest
Even when I'm lying down I get no fucking rest
Even when I’m lying down I get no fucking rest