Killa By Nature

Chicken bone now it's on, now it's on, now it's on X 100+ [Tommy Wright III] Yo they got me in the slammer, one they call chicken bone Throw me in that straight-jacket so I won't go shank someone Yo they got me locked down murderers getting next to me I'm finna find another victim, you best call security I'm tired of looking at these walls, I feel like an animal I might think like Jeffrey Dahmer and become a cannibal If I can decide or come to a conclusion; y'all gon' have to lock me up in the institution I'm fearing it is mental health, think I might get jacked to death I must sit around and wait, but I got a trial date I wonder will the jury plead that my case is guilty That I only killed a man, why don't you come shake my hand My sawed-off I never see, out this penitentiary Waiting on a visit man, if no one comes I'm gon' campaign Feeling like a reject, thinking that my case was rigged Man I hate the justice system, but I have to live wit it Murder in the first degree, thinking of a killing Meditated once again so I can get that feeling Get in touch with another gut and deliver Stealing in such a way that your whole body shiver That's why I'm tied off in the straight jacket; can't get free Cause I killed a mail man just for staring at me They lock me up, sometimes I think my screws are loose They think I'm crazy, sometimes I think I'm crazy too I woke up early in the morning, popped a clip in my nine Cocked my hammer back, and something snapped in my mind That's why they got me locked up in this padded white room Now I'm talking to myself like a psychopathic fool And they sticking me with needles, stuffing my mouth with pills And since there's nothing else to do, I think of ways to kill Add a touch of gunpowder; just to make my mind click To make me just like my master; a lunatic Welcome to starter city, where people have psycho thoughts There's visions of dead bodies, just not around pull-up park So go get a chainsaw and (unintelligible) I cut it Body parts start to drippin' and the blood starts to pourin' See I sit in the darkness and check my attire And if I start to get hungry, I go and pour me a screwdriver My thoughts are all wicked, body parts are delicious I find myself wit a butcher knife and I go plan a killing See the way that I do things, I do it the psycho way Michael Myers was killing, to chicken bone life is child's play Never slack up on murders, cause I'm creeping with the body bag Psychopathic schizophrenic sleeping in a ski MAAAAAAAAsk Chicken bone now it's on, now it's on, now it's on X 100+