[Talking]
Yeah, Futuristic Rowdy Bounty Hunter
I smack yo mammy in the head with a hatchet hoe
[Hook: Frayser Boy & Lord Infamous]
Homicide, n***a, all I see is Homicide
You can see the Devil Shyt when you look in my eyes
Homicide, n***a, all I see is Homicide
Snort a line, split you from your neck to your spine
Homicide, n***a, all I see is Homicide
I'mma take you on that long motherf**in ride
Homicide, n***a, all I see is Homicide
I'mma f** around and take your motherf**in life
[Verse 1: Lord Infamous]
Plasma spill, Navy SEAL, serial k** sk**
b**h it's Lord from Amityville, ma** murderer with s**appeal
Milli ill, leave your a** in rigor mortis
Circled by the roaches, maggots decomposin'
Dead as a motherf**er, nerves still jerkin'
n***a am I tweakin' or this b**h look like he t**n'
Body everybody from the center to peripheral
I'mma keep it minimal, bloody and real physical
Hydra-Shoks blast, heatin' like a f**in lava mag
Inside bakin', feelin' d**h awaitin'
Inside inferno, feelin' like you got cremated
Fill 'em with formaldehyde, flesh is still shakin'
Evil, malicious, devilish, vicious
There's no description, call the mortician
Triple 6 psychosis, visions are ferocious
Come and take a visit into Crows hypnosis
[Hook: Frayser Boy & Lord Infamous]
Homicide, n***a, all I see is Homicide
You can see the Devil Shyt when you look in my eyes
Homicide, n***a, all I see is Homicide
Snort a line, split you from your neck to your spine
Homicide, n***a, all I see is Homicide
I'mma take you on that long motherf**in ride
[Verse 2: Lord Infamous]
Lyrical h**n syringes, back with bad intentions
b**h I've done decision, I'm about to bend ya
Make some deep incisions, Triple 6 ninja
Dark night avenger, thirty I'll send ya
When this mag pinch ya, break down your dimension
Place you like a picture, layin' there disfigured
Black-blooded negro, f**in' black weedo
n***a I'm not jokin', snatch your jugular out yo throat
Spill your damn chitlins, layin' on da sidewalk
Something dumb provoke me
Got you garglin', snortin' blood clots
Hellgates open, slaughter in slow motion
Lord the locomotive, keep that barrel smokin'
Crow is full of potion, coke and purple lotion
I'mma super soak him, Bag 'em up and tote 'em
Throw him in the river, where he shake and shiver
Muddy missippi n***a, won't nobody miss ya
[Talking]