jack n the boc

picture this a bad bitch like Harley Quinn and we're chilling at the Ritz Carlton poppin bottles with a couple models in the Bugatti hitting full throttle fine dining luxurious cars eating shrimp scampy with the caviar filet mignon don perignon and such living lavishly might be a too much I'm from the streets known to keep that heat and I've dropped a few bodies in the white sheets black mask black flags we still ride cause I'm married to these streets for life its do or die you want a little jewelry I'll break you off a toe tag and lay you gently in the bodybag killing everything that ends up in my path it's the jack n the box known to take a blood bath cause im killing it k k k killing it and I tell the bitch ch ch ch chill bitch wait a minute listen to the flow i hear words every time the wind blows now its Jack in the box j j jack in the box and listen as I count down your life on the clock steady ripping dipping flipping on these hoes and busting head shot and shredding your torso lyrical wisdom