[Intro]
Yeah, Lord Infamous, Scarecrow
Futuristic Rowdy Bounty Hunter
Yeah, this for all my n***as in the Kaotic Klique
Tres, man I had to do it, ya know I'm sayin'
Soze! Okay! Okay! BLAY! Rowdy Bounter Hunter
Lord is the Scarecrow
Lord n***a ...
Even I don't know
[Verse 1]
Scarecrow the savage, the master of deadliest talents
The bodies all over the palace
Enter the mind of the malice
That lock in your ... be in my embellished chalice
2 automatics that's spillin your cabbage
The dead bodies rottin' all up in the attic
Catch you a package that's full of C4
Do not go to the wake, do not open the casket
Mossberg is knockin' the top off your corpse
So the Scarecrow is from the dark side of the force
Burn you boy, there is no time for remorse
When the kerosine dip in your head with the torch
Practice deadly voodoo culture
Feedin' bodies to the vulture
Have you seen a dead culture
Mind of Monota
Some of the demons sell dope
Everyday Lord overdosin'
Heavy doses smack you like a locomotive
Mystical mojo potent
Hell gates open, then I enter in the k**a dimension
Villain with precision, fingertip like scalpel, deep incision dropping the corpse in the murky abyss
It's the Triple 6 general Lord Infamous
Chew off your face and I cut off your dick
Ram a broom stick with splinters right up in ya b**h
Maniac from the bloody Miss', b**h I do this sh**
Been doin' this since you n***as was squirmin' around
Up in yo daddys balls trick
[Hook] 2x
There's three in me: Keyser, 'Crow, L-O-R-D
Skitzo personalities, I never know which one I be
And all of these n***as damn fools
I don't even know which one right now
Is rappin' on these tools
[Verse 2]
Black mamba mixed with box jellyfish toxins, carbine cautious
Demonic military marchin' abolish every target
I'm from the dimension where even god cannot hear your cries
The ultimate opposer, some may call it Mafia Antichrist
Lyrical guillotine, remove your spleen, cut off your cap
Make your insides feel like lava with this .500 revolver
Seven deadly sins in flesh from Scarecrow, Keyser, d**h miser
Splatter your matter like a papaya, body in the dryer
Wicked twisted mystic sadistic horrific (?)
You may not know my true name
Many cultures call me (?)
Six star general of the underworld, cruise in red (?)
Destroy every man, child, litte boy, (?) girl
Serial k**er, bounty hunter
Hobby: searchin' for a body
John Wayne Gacy, man I find bodies tasty
Evil as a motherf**er, cat-sh** crazy
I search through the depths of hell
To find you till you pay me
[Hook] 2x
There's three in me: Keyser, 'Crow, L-O-R-D
Skitzo personalities, I never know which one I be
And all of these n***as damn fools
I don't even know which one right now
Is rappin' on these tools