Lord Infamous - Bloody Ski Mask lyrics

[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