[Intro]
Aah Lord Infamous the motherf**ing Scarecrow
In the (?) house, ya b**h
And you punk a** motherf**ers finna get beat the f** down
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[Verse 1: Lord Infamous]
I got some bra** knuckles
For the b**h who try to f** with me
Got a steel tote for the n***a who try to duck me
Walls stained with brains from the b**h that owe me
Say she got some static, slip and get that tag on the toe, see
I ain't the type of motherf**er that real filled with that anna
I'm the type of motherf**er that fill you full of the ammo
These s**ers be claimin' they servin' and sprayin'
Them b**hes, I blow out they candle
I handle the sh** like that, Scarecrow ain't for no hoe games
For the ones that didn't know: Scarecrow brain's kinda strange
Aim my pistol, strike it dead on the nostril
b**h don't test the Scarecrow
Cause the Scarecrow kinda hostile
Sock yo a** with a buckshot in yo wind pipe
What the f** is a fair fight?
Scarecrow tryin' to take yo life
Stomp you in yo face till there's no light and no sounds
Look at you now, just another punk beat down
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[Verse 2: DJ Paul]
I aimin' for yo face, so that's where the bullets will go
n***as be talkin' the sh** on these tapes
But they don't do it in the streets, so
I hang with my rap group named "The Serial k**az"
And do all of my dirt with the Backyard, my real n-izz-iggas
Cause when somethin' goes down
Our whole crew gotta clown
Shoot one you gotta shoot 'em all
And still you gotta leave town
But see the k**as don't play and a Nina (?)
Listen to the words I say: Bring it on, n***a, bring it on
n***as this way you watch that sh** you be talkin' on beat
Put to an end treat
Bring yoself, yo family and yo crew prepared to be
Talkin' on yo tapes, it seem you got some annimosity
But you can't test us in the streets, you never say none to me
We thicker than concrete that's why we be runnin' the clown
Different hoods come together that'll beat all of you down
And Backyard n***as love to clown on tricks like you
That's why you get beat down
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[Verse 3: Lord Infamous]
Cruisin' through the Down Town blocks, Red Bull in my lap
Paul steer and I'm loadin' the gats
I'm ready to spit some f**ing cap, now
I heard them b**h a** n***as been talkin' all the sh** again
f** all them mixtape diss
And finna put them bustas to they end
They don't know Scarecrow is on the r-izz-eal
Paul let's hit them f*ggot motherf**ers up, I'm ready
But stop at the store, let me get some beer and papers
Let's get tore up on this crop
Before we give these n***as the favor
I pa**ed the brew to the backseat, then Napoleon grabs it
Him and Lil Buck in the back, they loadin' automatics
Thinkin' about they summer mix
Gettin' pissed off what they said
Damn now I really wanna cut them b**hes head
They dead, I see them b**hes y'all, yo let's get 'em Paul
Pull down yo mask and make sure you get 'em all
This ain't no bullsh**, take you motherf**ers down
Duck yo head, watch yo back, b**h occupy
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