Notice the murderous vocalist Infamous rippin' up all of your hoe shit Approachin Da Scarecrow'll butchure and Tearin' up niggas wit double edge Lyrical thought as they go the lyrical legacy Let the Lord Infamous light up da melody Every nigga that try to compare with the Triple 6 Mafia walkin' to therapy When you walk throught the wilderness Be very quiet Lord Infamous might be out stalkin' I suggest you watch out for the voodoo cultures Make up The Scarecrow is out there ya only for huntin' Special thanks to my brother Bill Dunigan Rest in Peace he taught me bout these mean streets So therefore nigga you don't wanna come deal with the mafia We'll drop you deep down beneath The killa imperial black miracle from the bloody pacific Scarecrow will flow to the end of infinity With the style that's mystic
Deep when we creep Take yo last breath Roll up yo tombstone Smoke a blunt of death Beware The juice'll leave ya fuckin' hoes in terror And scared of the Mystic Styles of them 3-6 devils Who eva step up to this click then ya doomed Cruise wit my harpoon Straight through yo heart fool Soon I'll have you in tha trance Swearin hearin' evil chants Two knifes stuck down in my pants Bustas do not stand a chance
See I'm'ma cold hearted killa like murderer Al Kapone Strong as thousand mile winds quick to break ya bones A glock 19, 95 I cause ya early death Ya walkin' Triple 6 streets so foo watch ya step We all about makin' that cheese we gotta stay straight mane Robbin' and workin' these hoes foo it aint no thang I even got virgins servin' for me in some otha nations Pimpin' so hard that I got locked for some tax evasion Killas & theves is all I ever had the pleasure to meet A rusty ass tec 9'll make ya hit ya knee I'm tryin to keep from blastin' off my muthafuckin' balls By da one in da chamber of da glock I got in my draws I got my cap to the side Watchin' my fuckin' back My dopes across the street in the grass when I'm sweatin the Track Satan worshipper The thug I be my profile read my file I be enemy child for a while within' a Mystic Style
Aww yea it's like this for da 95' Just like last year You can't fuck wit us... Beeeooooooooooootch!
Butt-Head: Hehe, you dumbass
( Refrão )
Yeah Juicy "J" aka da juice up in this bitch and I'm out Yea, thiz Lil' Fly up in this mothafucka Straight from funkytown hoe
Gangsta Boo up in this mu-fucka you know what I'm sayin' Kickin' these satanic verses I'm out hoe *laughing*
This LaChat up in this mu-fucka tellin all these hoes to take They Ana to tha floo I'm out
Yeah, Koopsta Knicca up in this bitch with that midevil shit Yeah, DJ Paul up in this muthafucka Da killaman--prophet entertainment in this hoe Lord Infamous, Da Scrarecrow in this muthafucka Tha mystical one nigga
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Notice the murderous vocalist Infamous rippin' up all of your hoe shit Approachin Da Scarecrow'll butchure and Tearin' up niggas wit double edge Lyrical thought as they go the lyrical legacy Let the Lord Infamous light up da melody Every nigga that try to compare with the Triple 6 Mafia walkin' to therapy When you walk throught the wilderness Be very quiet Lord Infamous might be out stalkin' I suggest you watch out for the voodoo cultures Make up The Scarecrow is out there ya only for huntin' Special thanks to my brother Bill Dunigan Rest in Peace he taught me bout these mean streets So therefore nigga you don't wanna come deal with the mafia We'll drop you deep down beneath The killa imperial black miracle from the bloody pacific Scarecrow will flow to the end of infinity With the style that's mystic
Deep when we creep Take yo last breath Roll up yo tombstone Smoke a blunt of death Beware The juice'll leave ya fuckin' hoes in terror And scared of the Mystic Styles of them 3-6 devils Who eva step up to this click then ya doomed Cruise wit my harpoon Straight through yo heart fool Soon I'll have you in tha trance Swearin hearin' evil chants Two knifes stuck down in my pants Bustas do not stand a chance
See I'm'ma cold hearted killa like murderer Al Kapone Strong as thousand mile winds quick to break ya bones A glock 19, 95 I cause ya early death Ya walkin' Triple 6 streets so foo watch ya step We all about makin' that cheese we gotta stay straight mane Robbin' and workin' these hoes foo it aint no thang I even got virgins servin' for me in some otha nations Pimpin' so hard that I got locked for some tax evasion Killas & theves is all I ever had the pleasure to meet A rusty ass tec 9'll make ya hit ya knee I'm tryin to keep from blastin' off my muthafuckin' balls By da one in da chamber of da glock I got in my draws I got my cap to the side Watchin' my fuckin' back My dopes across the street in the grass when I'm sweatin the Track Satan worshipper The thug I be my profile read my file I be enemy child for a while within' a Mystic Style
Aww yea it's like this for da 95' Just like last year You can't fuck wit us... Beeeooooooooooootch!
Butt-Head: Hehe, you dumbass
( Refrão )
Yeah Juicy "J" aka da juice up in this bitch and I'm out Yea, thiz Lil' Fly up in this mothafucka Straight from funkytown hoe
Gangsta Boo up in this mu-fucka you know what I'm sayin' Kickin' these satanic verses I'm out hoe *laughing*
This LaChat up in this mu-fucka tellin all these hoes to take They Ana to tha floo I'm out
Yeah, Koopsta Knicca up in this bitch with that midevil shit Yeah, DJ Paul up in this muthafucka Da killaman--prophet entertainment in this hoe Lord Infamous, Da Scrarecrow in this muthafucka Tha mystical one nigga
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