Shanks Lord Infamous (Ft. Lil Jack)

[Hook: Lil Jack] 4x
Shanks nigga, shanks nigga
Gimme everything out yo bank nigga
Shanks nigga, shanks nigga
I bet that you don't gimme up them brains nigga

[Verse 1: Lord Infamous]
A jungle of concrete, they stick you in lock down for 23 and a half hours a day
Black Guerrilla Family, Aryan Brotherhood in this place where all the killers they play
Vice Lords and Gangster Disciples, the massacre mob, ain't no guards concernin' me
A killer's sword into your jugular, ain't no damn surgery, ain't no infirmary
Come in this bitch with a nickle, next thing you know: you in this shithole for 15 years
Never come home 'til your bitch move on, all your kids are grown - you got no kids
Mommy just died but you can't see the funeral, in restraints at the fuckin' wake
You contemplate suicide everyday, if you wanna live nigga better sharpen that shank

[Verse 2: Lil Jack]
We got sickles and hatchets, kidnap 'em, detach all they h-izz-ead and drop 'em in baskets
Many razor blade gashes, murder with passion, stabbin 'em, yellin' out "Manson!"
With matchin' caskets full of ?Baffin, back ‘em?, before fairly bash 'em until they skull is fractured
You on some trash, you niggas stashin' hazards, faggot bastards, wrecked his ass up
Get cast-e-rated, don't get decapitated, my guillotine hit his neck, his life evaporated
I got a couple gangsta bitches with me masturbatin'
She told me "Gucci Mane gay be exaggeratin'"
Shanks nigga, you a tame nigga
I pull rank, eyes tighter than a chink nigga
Shanks nigga, shanks nigga
These rappers ain't hard as you think, nigga