[Hook: Lord Infamous]
Bullets knocking n***as down, insistin' what he seekin'
Scalping me more damn fools than a lunatic mohican
Stalking, watch me, a weaponary master
Walkin' over dead bodies layin' in the pasture
[VERSE 1: SPOOKY DA SCARY]
My money always gone
Prolly from all the d** caught in my palm
Slide em down my throat and swallow without water
Dead by dawn
I told yall all these dark rooms in an empty house ain't nothing fun
Drugs ain't for turning up
I take em now i'm turning numb
All these hoes trying to make me cum
But i'm too f**ed up
She left so now i'm rolling blunts out of the book of Psalms
f**ing rap game Ghengis Khan
Bodies piled up on the lawn
Checkmate on all these f**ing pawns
The devil got my picture drawn
The devil got my picture drawn
[Hook: Lord Infamous]
[Verse 2: LIL HALF CUT]
Weaponary master
$carecrow in the pasture
Burn the church and flip the cross then blast the f**in' pastor
b**h I be that ba*tard
These other rappers scared of
Jump a mother f**er
I ain't tryna have no fair one
Lurking at the bottom cause my problems keep on adding up
Got a couple stalkers all because the $carecrow f**ed them once
Kreepin' with Ruby
He turns into Uzi
Cause mother f**ers keep on tryna get buck
One shot to the head
Told Uzi he's dead
Leave them to rot never cover them up
[Hook: Lord Infamous]
[Verse 3: EDDY BAKER]
Little b**h don't trip I'm the sh**
Flip the zip, Make some chip
Really quick fast money yeah I love it
Eddy Baker stay thuggin
Smoking out in public
Dope boys in my circle, we all got d** man
Blue dolphins make the girls give me hugs man ,don't worry bout where I'm at b**h I'm not your husband
An eighth in my blunt and that drink got me buzzin
That p**y n***a think that he want problems but he doesn't
[Hook: Lord Infamous]
[Verse 4: Fat Nick]
Prescription d**
Misusing em
These dusty hoes
Abusing em
Im popping perc and sipping lean
Just feeding demons inside me
Dirty shotty
Gla** goin pop
You said you balling
Where your knots?
Made a fortune
Whipping pots
Re up on carol city cause
Canada, canada
Run it up, f** it up
Media, thugging and thumpin
Go and knock you off
I flick out my dick then I go and I dump her I love the b**h
Never just shut up and buckle up
How ya'll saying ya'll sh**
Your numbers ain't lookin to lit
f** you up, goin stomp you out
In ten thousand dollar outfits