Lord Infamous - Til d**h lyrics

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Lord Infamous - Til d**h lyrics

[Talking] [Hook] 2x I'm married to this game Till d**h do us part For richer or for poor Imma give it all my heart And I take this f**ing mic As my lawful wedded wife And Imma rock it every night Just to keep my game tight [Verse 1] Wildest barbarians, lots of hysteria Black pitbull terriers, venomous area Sniper is strikin' with Infamous wrath Cracking yo f**in' head in half Let's take a bloody bath in my Michael Myers mask Dump them like some gladiators or thee annihilators Also thee eradicators, the Loony Bin escaped I'm hittin' 'em with the clothes lines Smashin' the f**ing vertabrae Wolfpack predator, don't discrimanate on prey Every sunday Infamous transform to Ted Bundy .44 hollow in yo tummy, ain't working on monday Whats up with the Scarecrow? You know till the world blow But no disrespect but I'll swear you like you build it hoe Ain't hatin' on you bro cause you wear alot of j**elry But my only bling is that f**in' chrome artillery n***a are you feeling me? Need to take this serious Infamous f**ing you punka**-n***as up (?) furious [Hook] 2x I'm married to this game Till d**h do us part For richer or for poor Imma give it all my heart And I take this f**ing mic As my lawful wedded wife And Imma rock it every night Just to keep my game tight [Verse 2] Trick you know that I know you ain't got no f**in' nuts b**h I know that you know I'll fill you f**in' full of slugs Pistol pop, body flop, then you drop in the mud Knock off ya block from the hot shots from this thug Revolver silver, make you shiver with this pain I deliver n***as injured from revenger bullets, enter every center Mentally scarred, very hard, b**h I will pull your card Melt you slobs like some lard when this Glock boils your heart Slop chop, blown apart, mafia G, vice squad Ram rod pimp stick, red hot cum shot Slap hard, smack, whack, rock apart Hungry moany stomach growling cuz I ain't had sh** but slop Want yo f**in pieces hoe, want my money right here hoe You'll never be Scarecrow, slap some sense in ya hoe [Hook] 2x I'm married to this game Till d**h do us part For richer or for poor Imma give it all my heart And I take this f**ing mic As my lawful wedded wife And Imma rock it every night Just to keep my game tight