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

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 (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

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