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)
