[Intro]
Lord Infamous, Scarecrow
Lil Jack, 6th Enterprise
Ma**acring these rappers
IKILLu
You can get beat punk, pow-pow, we crunk
co*k back the chopper and knock out some lead chunks
Masked up like Slipknot
I'ma keep it dope until this motherf**in' (?)
[Hook: Lil Jack]
Masked up like Slipknot, better n***a slip not
You can get shot 'fore this motherf**in' sh** drop
AK47 but I only got three shots
Better n***a slip not, masked up like Slipknot
Masked up like Slipknot, better n***a slip not
You can get shot 'fore this motherf**in' sh** drop
I'ma keep it dope until this motherf**in' (?)
You can get beat punk, pow-pow, we crunk
[Verse 1: Lil Jack]
I got the feeling these n***as gon' make me k** 'em
But I don't need no case, dead rappers all over the place
Got the mask on my face, lookin' like Pig
Blow his back against the wall, leave (?) for the pigs
Got a body in the kitchen
And mane this n***a ain't dead, see his legs still twitchin'
Close range leave his head missin'
This n***a still ain't dead?
(?) beat a n***a blooded into a concussion
12 gauge bustin', sound like a percussion
Shouts out to Koke, shouts to the coke
Little Leatherface, mane I chainsaw his door
Mane you n***as want beef? I declare a war
IKILLu like the IAP-store
Youngin got the Tec, Kuku got them a machete
(?) throw knives on his head like Freddy
Yeah, all I'm sayin' is you n***as keep playin'
(?) start sprayin' (?) like the body decay
Never let a n***a see my face like I'm Doctor Claw
Butcher n***a masked up like Slipknot is all he saw
[Hook: Lil Jack]
[Verse 2: Lord Infamous]
BLAY!
It's a murder chainsaw ma**acre, (?) attacking ya
I'm leaking 'em like Dracula, the bullets get on smacking ya
The ammo enter front then it coming out the back of ya
I got a butcher blade, getting frantic when I'm stabbing ya
Dagger detachin' and sledgehammer smash ya up
Pour on the gas, light a match with yo a** combust
I'm called the Infamous, do not take prisoners
Mission to injure ya, decrease yo temperature
Serial k**er wicked voodoo minister
Scorpion, sometimes I'm Dr. Kevorkian
Shoot you in yo porcelain and give me the orphanage
Devil went corporate, Illuminati (?)
Remains from yo brains make up very nice ornaments
Slice yo a** up into very small portions
Yo a** better run like you f**in' (?)
Pressure on yo a** like ...
.50 cal blow yo punk a** outta orbit
My maniac mind eye look kinda morbid
Rowdy Bounty Hunter gunslinger deranged
Ballistics make you split yo motherf**in' veins
[Hook: Lil Jack]