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Bad Habit Lyrics


Lil' Jack Bad Habit

[Hook]
They say I'm a addict, got bodies in my attic
I admit I got his habit, detachin' shit with this hatchet
Wakin' up gaspin', thinkin' of caskets
Practice black magic in masks, massacre
We murder men in body bags soaked in gas

Yeah, addict, bodies in my attic
I admit I got his habit, detachin' shit with this hatchet
Wakin' up gaspin', thinkin' of caskets
Practice black magic in masks, massacre
We murder men in body bags soaked in gas BITCH

[Verse 1]
I turn this night club into a fight club
The gauge'll blow yo chest out, blame that white stuff
Got a nigga geekin', leave 'em leakin'
Ain't no tellin' what we thinkin'
Russian AK blow yo face away, J-A-K Manson
We come for yo life, bloody sacrifice
Scream nigga, not a dream nigga, infrared lights
Bury them badly beaten bodies, call 'em skeletons
Pull up then we pop out leavin' bodies lyin' everywhere
Masked up, banana clips, blow will get yo family killed
Best to come equipped or have a whip full of hollow tips
Bodies under my belt, I got bodies off in my trunk
If them police pull me over then I'm f..cked

[Hook]
They say I'm a addict, got bodies in my attic
I admit I got his habit, detachin' shit with this hatchet
Wakin' up gaspin', thinkin' of caskets
Practice black magic in masks, massacre
We murder men in body bags soaked in gas

[Verse 2]
They say I'm a killa my nigga
I'll leave ya dead before the sun rise
Walk up to yo house, turn that bitch into a bonfire
Barbwire fetish, blowin' lettuce, smoking gunfire
Dumb high, shawty say "They shootin'! Duck! Return fire!"
On the corner: pump toters, cock and leave 'em slumped over
Niggas dyin' everyday, least that's what my pops told us
Blood all over my shoes, suffer from substance abuse
They say I'm losin' my mind, bitch I ain't got shit to lose!
My neighbors confused, they want my head in a basket
See my face on the news, I left that ass in a casket
Manson assassin blast, need that ass in a trance
Break out them body bags and bloody murder man dance

[Hook]
They say I'm a addict, got bodies in my attic
I admit I got his habit, detachin' shit with this hatchet
Wakin' up gaspin', thinkin' of caskets
Practice black magic in masks, massacre
We murder men in body bags soaked in gas
Yeah, addict


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