(Lord Infamous)
 Pickin' up the murder scripts
 So come and dish it for the road
 And the code of the motherfuckin' Triple Six sitcom, ugh
 Makin' sketchin' the infetion from the rich and come along
 For the mark on your arm it's the income
 Ball on to the next century, misery
 Scarecrow got a murder that is goin' down in history
 A train from the north
 A train from the south
 There isn't
 But they all collided
 All the niggas died
 Cause the green and pride
 Cause I will persue you
 Screw you
 Put a slug through you the voodoo bruetaly
 Ride I'm seventh of the sign
 I'm the sniper you can't find
 And my slug made of shiney jewelry
 Mr. Boogy Man if I fall from
 I smell some money in his hand
 Take his side ugh
 I don't give a fuck
 About your side
 You can be from L-A, Miami, or the N-Y

 Chorus (2x)
 We gonna take you to the Triple Six club house
 We got a plot for you already dug out
 I'm gonna run outside man
 And pop these thangs
 Wanna wanna come play in a black reign

 Hers's drivin' round your house
 Who do you hate
 Voodoo dolls bouncein' on you bed throwin' devil setts
 Six ahh dished it
 Nothin' up my sleeve
 Money boost blazin' quick just call me crow
 For he's blaaay!
 Crow got a luss for the devilish bus
 And the Triple Six crush
 And I touch like malencholy
 Rollin' every spot
 Lookin' for you ass and we hot
 With the infrerred sewn in his flesh
 And like some fuckin' disco lights
 We gonna cut ya into itty bitty parts
 Meet me on your side of town
 Where they keep the graveyards
 Crush blasted rest lots of trash
 Empty shells cracked
 Cell City streets
 Black males found in blood trails
 Ain't not enough mall for all ya'll to provail
 So that we an put to sleep
 And they smeel while they pale
 Sippin' on the salty wines of your sweet softy blood
 My name is Scarecrow
 Bitch your welcome to my club

 Chorus (2x) -fade on 2nd