-laughter-
Yeah, ya'll thought that underground sh**
Wouldn't gon' work in ya
Yeah
For the ouijas of sin is d**h
For the gift of god is eternal life
Through jesus christ our lord
Roman 6-23 n***a
Read it and weep, b*atch
(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 b**hes
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 gra**
I ain't showin' no mercy
God damn it i'm bustin' that a**
I'm havin' cisions of flesh (??) like that roozer tech
That mess in my head
If the constantly teachin' this evil sh**
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 s**as
Includin' you crossers
Includin' you bustas
This sh** is so f**ed up
I can't even trust ya
This lady is tried of you motherf**ers
I'm bumpin' so hard
It's like oh my god
Gangsta boo is rippin' the mic all apart
If your a** 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 b**h
You ain't my f**in' friend
Prophet entertainment member known as boo
Had to tell your a** time and time again
Ride with my click
b**h 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' a** sh**
Watch you see this gangsta b**h get scandolous
You friendly a** hoes i scratch off my list
I don't need you
Don't want you b**h
(crunchy blac)
Friends like foes in these hoes
Keep on talkin' that sh**
Actin' like they bad as f**
But they ain' really talkin' bout' sh**
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 sh**
Don't you ask who like it
Crunchy blac did it b**h
Keep on talkin' all that noise
And i'ma get big like big business
Chorus x4
I have to tell these n***as time and time again
b**h i ain't your f**in' friend
I'll do your a** 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 n***a you was fake from the beginning
So i had to toss you out
Friend i'm no more
I k** 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 a** 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
Assa**atain
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 f**in' friend
You do your a** in n***a
(laughter)
Three 6 mafia comin' at your a** for the 9-7 b**h
Yeah
Watch your back n***as
You know who you are motherf**er
That brown sh** would (???)
(laughter)