-laughter-

Yeah, ya'll thought that underground shit

Wouldn't gon' work in ya

Yeah

For the ouijas of sin is death

For the gift of god is eternal life

Through jesus christ our lord

Roman 6-23 nigga

Read it and weep, biatch



(koopsta knicca)

Hit a man bustin' up in my door

So i grab my 44

Now them bustas on the floor

Covered up by pillows

Oh no

I'm lookin' for them trizicks

Tryin' to put a group up in they clizick

I'm comin' up quick

I'm takin' no shots bustin' these caps off in these bitches

So why you wanna mess with this

So why you wanna take off this piece

Fool i'm bad to the bone, jone, chrome tech (??) fatality

You'll be fled

I'll be glad

When i make you hit that grass

I ain't showin' no mercy

God damn it i'm bustin' that ass

I'm havin' cisions of flesh (??) like that roozer tech

That mess in my head

If the constantly teachin' this evil shit

You hear some laughin' whose that in the window gaspin'

Now if you feel me tell me whose that creepin' for your head



(gangsta boo)

This goes out to all of you suckas

Includin' you crossers

Includin' you bustas

This shit is so fucked up

I can't even trust ya

This lady is tried of you motherfuckers

I'm bumpin' so hard

It's like oh my god

Gangsta boo is rippin' the mic all apart

If your ass wasn't so full of that fart

Never would you have tasted me from the start

I'm trying to tell you hoe

Let me tell you bitch

You ain't my fuckin' friend

Prophet entertainment member known as boo

Had to tell your ass time and time again

Ride with my click

Bitch triple 6

Is all i need plus my weed and the n-i-n-e

To keep you frilly hoes off of me

Come into my face

With that pimpin' ass shit

Watch you see this gangsta bitch get scandolous

You friendly ass hoes i scratch off my list

I don't need you

Don't want you bitch



(crunchy blac)

Friends like foes in these hoes

Keep on talkin' that shit

Actin' like they bad as fuck

But they ain' really talkin' bout' shit

Keep on dissin' this click

And we gon' hurt one of you tricks

Put your body in a ditch

Or dig a grave for that shit

Don't you ask who like it

Crunchy blac did it bitch

Keep on talkin' all that noise

And i'ma get big like big business



Chorus x4

I have to tell these niggas time and time again

Bitch i ain't your fuckin' friend

I'll do your ass in



(dj paul)

Smiles can be deceivin'

Even if it's your friends

And hoes that know we can't be even steven

Should not believe in

Too late one of them slip it's my foes

You already got my glock to the back of your head

Prayers already said

Done consider yourself dead

Your family and friends might be sayin' that i crossed you out

But nigga you was fake from the beginning

So i had to toss you out

Friend i'm no more

I kill all you foes

Step in my trunk

And i give it to a stroll back

The hammer release

And leave your chest with holes

All in the club

With that buck ass tube and pot

It's kind of hard

You can't beat us

And you can't join us

Cause we ain't gonna stop if you don't stop



(scarecrow)

Some of the superior astronomical bends

From that of my mystical dreams

Of the many scenes

Mighty, manipulative, mercilous, multiple murderers

Sit back in dangerous

Hittin' and strippin'

And critical injury

Misery, seriously witness to the tremory

Trajedy, agany, infamy, agany brutal mentality

Assassatain

My voodoo tribe

If you don't want to be fried

Put on a feary disguise

Lord infamous takn' no prisoners

Forget the begging, pleading, and the cries

Your reservation revalation

A satanic nation

Has be prophesized

I can look in your eyes and tell that there is fear

From the eternal burning of each of your lies

Flights of headlights

Black clothes and limos

Another negro startin' to decompose

From his casket the scarecrow shall place a bloody black rose

Who knows that hate

That goes behind closed doors

With corpses froze in six foot holes

Wicked throws

Evil flows and torturing of foes



Chorus x4



Yeah, i ain't ya fuckin' friend

You do your ass in nigga

(laughter)

Three 6 mafia comin' at your ass for the 9-7 bitch

Yeah

Watch your back niggas

You know who you are motherfucker

That brown shit would (???)

(laughter)




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