k**a C - k**a By Nature lyrics

Chicken bone now it's on, now it's on, now it's on X 100+ [k**a C] 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 d**h 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 k**ed 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 k**ing 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 k**ed 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 co*ked 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 k** 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 k**ing See the way that I do things, I do it the psycho way Michael Myers was k**ing, 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+