Chorus x2

Have they come to spill my blood

Have they come to sentence me

Will I leave here with my life my lord

If the law men capture me



(Scarecrow)

Lord Infamous the futuristic rowdy bounty hunter

Nigga I come from the land down under

Up the from the ground

You don't want to rumble

Or cry round

Toss and tumble

My voodoo do so my poetry

Now chicken blood or poulty

My victim been shook

By a pack of coyote

Soarin' through the night

Down to the trees, packed tight

With two some on shakes

No rubber with a paratroop

In fields with parachutes

Down to the blue

No matter however, can't hold em' for forever

Dead or alive, with your body, I sprinkle rotten flower pedals

Yes the consequences, are your choice, my dred

Cause Lord Infamous will gain

A healthy bounty for your head



(DJ Paul)

I'm wakin' up

Tossin' and turnin'

Like in a scuffle

My words aren't clear, rarely I speak, speak

My voice is muffled, muffled

My hands over my face

They done got me

I'm startin' to feel woozy

They done shot me

The same fools I done creeped on, in his own sleep, sleep

One them hoes survived

Now they creeped on me



(Crunchy Blac)

Fool we got your ass now

So what's up

Isn't you quiet, just because we got your ass muff

Muffled like bag your mouth

Shouldn't of ran your mouth

Talkin' about you gonna creep

While we was sleep, but it was just no doubt



(Scarecrow)

Now the tables have turned

And in the mist of the morgue

Your funky sould burn nigga



Chorus x2



(Gangsta Boo)

Ten times out of twelve

nine times out of ten

Gansta Boo is in it to win

Prophet rider till the end

Smokin' weed

Gettin' twisted more and sippin' havin' thoughts

Thoughts about a nigga

I remember what that trick had bought

Kept that visine in my purse

Get a rental car from Hertz

Call my niggas from the Three 6, tell em' about the plan first

Ooh weeee

Can it be, another song we done made

Fakin' on no damn jacks

A bitch gots to get paid

Come on prophets, now it's on

Nigga, It's like that home alone

Like white boy fuckin'

Lets go get this bitch

Man nigga gone, done deal stupid trick

Now you know this lady bitch

Swing go gets high

Scott free with your shit



(Juicy J)

For all the dirt

That I did to my wife

Forgive me lord

Each and every night

Croked cops

Pull a gun don't fight

Blow you away, leave you out of sight

Search a nigga from the shirt to pants

Nothin' on me

But a sack ass can

Cannon I, With empty shots

Bucket clean

They find a couple of grams

Tons of dope

That that nigga don't know

The Juice man

Can't be cuttin' no bro

Tryed the cuffs

But the nigga didn't go

Broke his throat

With a quick left blow

Now it's on, and the chase begins

Cuttin the corner, shirt blowin' in the wind

Dog on my trail

And he pickin' up the scent

K-0 cops

Kill a four legged friend

Jump in the lex

Voodoo like a hex

Dog confused, in they mind complex

Fuck the red light, ballin' on my set

Cops on my trail, cause I let you rest

Hop in the car, ran two more blocks

Put in reverse, then I heard the gun shots

Doin' a hundred, so I couldn't get popped

Officer friendly, on the trip nonstop



Chorus...till fade