Omen lyrics

[Hook: Juicy J]
Late last night, lyin' in the bed, eyes red
Thinking, "should I get these hoes?"
Thinking, "should I cut they head?"
Late last night, lyin' in the bed, eyes red
Thinking, "should I get these hoes?"
Thinking, "should I cut they head?"
Late last night, lyin' in the bed, eyes red
Thinking, "should I get these hoes?"
Thinking, "should I cut they head?"
Late last night, lyin' in the bed, eyes red
Thinking, "should I get these hoes?"
Thinking, "should I cut they head?"

[Verse 1: YUNG MUTT]
b*tch, I be the whore of Babylon, tag along
I got more Adderall, chill out
b*tch, I be the poor vagabond
Spray paint a pentagram on the Pentagon
I'm a gone pecan
Smoking blunts like I'm f*ckin' up the Amazon
Spelling Grey with a motherf*ckin' epsilon
I can't explain the phenomenon
Runnin' from the cops like a marathon, cut em' to the palm
Sing a sad song to your b*tch, now she sendin' me emoticons
f*ck her throat on the intercom
In my locker, there's a bomb, hit a lick at prom
Kill a thousand people, then I yawn
Crack of dawn, smoke a sack, staying calm
Rap game Genghis Khan—ah, f*ck!
Popped eight pills, now I'm octagon
[Hook: Juicy J]
Late last night, lyin' in the bed, eyes red
Thinking, "should I get these hoes?"
Thinking, "should I cut they head?"
Late last night, lyin' in the bed, eyes red
Thinking, "should I get these hoes?" ("Grey...")
Thinking, "should I cut they head?" (—Who said that?)

[Verse 2: YUNG $CARECROW]
SixFo' in a '64, with the Tommy gun
Kicked up with a .44, don't know where this from
Sweet lick on a sweet b*tch, she used to suck my di*k
Told me, "keep it secret, can't make this pub-a-lic"
Xans, son, I got xans, son
Keep yo Fanta, the fours weak
f*ck that codeine, I need that tan, son
Doped up 'till I O.D, ayy, f*ck the police
Purple-yellow mix like a f*cking Kobe jersey

[Hook: Juicy J]
Late last night, lyin' in the bed, eyes red
Thinking, "should I get these hoes?"
Thinking, "should I cut they head?"
Late last night, lyin' in the bed, eyes red
Thinking, "should I get these hoes?"
Thinking, "should I cut they head?"
[Verse 3: RVMIRXZ]
Creepin' through the motherf*ckin' darkness
Cold blooded mothaf*cka', leave a n*gga heartless
Regardless, I'm takin' his conscious
Don't f*ck around and leave a n*gga just like a carcass
Huntin' them busters, takin' them down to the dungeon
Don't make a sound, the devil's comin' 'round the corner
Settin' up for them souls that all hell-bound
Look into my eyes and tell me what you see
And see that a killer is on a killing spree!
Dressed in all black and I'm takin' his life
Live by the sword and you die by the knife! (try it!)
Don't hesitate to take a n*gga life real quick
Cause if you do, the n*gga is gonna try to take yours, b*tch