[Lord Infamous] Pickin' up the murder scripts So come and dish it for the road And the code of the motherfuckin' Triple Six sitcom, ugh Makin' sketchin' the infetion from the rich and come along For the mark on your arm it's the income Ball on to the next century, misery Scarecrow got a murder that is goin' down in history A train from the north A train from the south There isn't But they all collided All the niggas died Cause the green and pride Cause I will persue you Screw you Put a slug through you the voodoo bruetaly Ride I'm seventh of the sign I'm the sniper you can't find And my slug made of shiny jewelry Mr. Boogie Man, Fee Fie Fo Fum I smell some money in his hand, take his side arm I don't give a fuck about your side You can be from L.A., Miami, or the N-Y
[Chorus x2] We gonna take you to the Triple Six club house We got a plot for you already dug out I'm gonna run outside man And pop these thangs Wanna wanna come play in a black reign
[Scarecrow] Hearses drivin round your house, voodoo hex Voodoo dolls restin on your bed throwin devil sets Sick sadistic, nothin up my sleeve Money boost blazin' quick just call me crow For he's blaaay! Crow got a lust for the devilish bust And the Triple Six crush and a touch like Malachi Rollin' every spot lookin for yo' ass and we high With the infrerred sewn in his flesh And like some fuckin' disco lights We gonna cut ya into itty bitty parts Meet me on your side of town Where they keep the graveyards Crush blasted rest lots of trash Empty shells cracked Cell City streets, black males found in blood trails Ain't enough mail for all y'all to prevail So that we an put to sleep and they smeel while they pale Sippin on the salty wines of your sweet softy blood My name is Scarecrow, bitch you're welcome to my club
[Chorus x2: fade on 2nd]Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
