[Verse 1: Lord Infamous]
I'ma drill 'em with a deadly dose of venom
Put the fangs up in 'em
Put his face up on the ceiling
When the milli get the ripping
n***as bodies get the tipping
When I hit 'em wit the 20 gauge he permenentaly limping
Did I mention
That I'm sniffing on some coke so I'm like tripping?
Slipping on the Isotoners, going on a mission
Can't forget to get the other damn tools out the kitchen
Packing ammunition, goin' on a expedition
When I catch a n***a slipping I'ma slap him wit the pimpin'
Taking everything and even got a n***a stripping
b**h n***a may have some dope that's hidden
b**h strip too, don't make me have to pin him
Infamous The Scarecrow, nothing you prepared for
Bet not turn around but you better be careful
Sleeping with the devil if you wanna try a n***a
That's psychopathic ratchet on a whole another level
Kicking in the front end with the chrome barrel guage
n***a try to run catch a buckshot spray
Get found laying on the ground, brain decayed
This sh** can happen quick or it can go another way
Your guts splattered mane, all over the place
I suggest you go along and cooperate
'Fore you end you end up in a f**ing body bag to d**h
.50 CAL round through ya vest and the trauma plate
[Verse 2: Lil Jack]
... k**ers maybe f** around and drop you in a river
Hope that you can swim with your head gone n***a
Blowed off brains on your head stone n***a
Run off in his crib and now you get gone n***a
n***a blooded then I pull off the crime scene muggin'
Old people scared yellin' "ain't seen nothin'
Got a couple young n***as droppin' out bustin'
Yeah I'm a k**a, n***a, f** 'em
Used to wear the mask now I get 'em naked-face
I ain't try to hide Imma k** em anyway
Manson for life, got the chopper with the light
Run up on him slippin', its gon' be ya last night
Still take his head off, sawed-off and the Glocks
Send a shot from the front, lock his a** in the trunk
Little J to the A to the K-illa b**h
All I hang around k**a-k**as b**h
Infamous grab the evidence, call the coroner
From Memphis to Texas, from Florida to Georgia
Merciless, me and Merciles ridin' shirtless
Burn his house down n***a, black suit hearse sh**
You gon' get hurt b**h, shoot off in the church b**h
f**in' with a k**a everybody gettin' murked sh**
Do you really wanna die?
Shoot him in his face, knock his noodles out his eyes
[Verse 3: Merciles]
Bangin' with a bunch of k**as
Get your head split with machete, damn
f**in' ready for the crazys from the dirty
Lunatics are purgin' closer to the city
Dirty nights of murder with the maniac
A night of with nobody wakin' up and never comin' back
I'm gettin ready for the slaughter
I said watch me do it watch me k**
Track you trough the woods and then I'm
Dumpin' you and all your motherf**in' friends
Inside the motherf**in' water, murder, gotta k** 'em all
Now I'm slippin' on the ski mask
With my n***as Lord and Little Jack
And I'm the bloody butcher comin'
For you slip and s*utty hooker
Follow you at night
And I be waitin' for the moment, hopin' I can get rid
Of all (?) that you people called us
Sickness, be a witness to sh** I call the (?)
...
b**h you play the game in the brain
With a whole lotta pain
Leavin' everybody hella trippin'
Lookin' out with little bit remains
I'mma bring you to the darkness
Where we k** the dumb regardless
... the Merciles the hardest
With a pitchfork through your throat
I'mma jab him in the (?) watch you choke
In the chop shop where you can't escape
I'll walk up from behind and put an axe
Through your motherf**in' shoulderblade
Laughin' at your screams, get it done by any means
Take a look up at a crook, say your last breaths
While I pick you up and leave your body
Hanging from this motherf**in' meat hook