D.J. Paul - Triple Six Clubhouse lyrics

{*helicopter noise*} [Lord Infamous] Pickin' up the murder scripts so come audition for the role And the code of the motherf**in' Triple Six sitcom, ugh n***as catchin' the infetion from the rich so come along For the mark on your arm it's the end, come 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 n***as died Cause of greed and pride Cause I will persue you Screw you Put a slug through you the voodoo brutally Ride I'm seventh of the sign I'm the sniper you can't find And my slug made of shiny j**elry Mr. Boogie Man, Fee Fie Fo Fum I smell some money in his hand, take his side arm I don't give a f** about your side You can be from L.A., Miami, or the N-Y Chorus (2x) We gonna take you to the Triple Six Clubhouse We got a plot for you already dug out I'm gonna run outside mane And pop these thangs Wanna, wanna come play in the black rain [Scarecrow] Hearses drivin round your house, voodoo hex Voodoo dolls dancin' on your bed, throwin devil sets Sick sadistic, nothin' up my sleeve Money boost blazin' quick just call me Crow Voorhees BLAY! Crow got a lust for the devilish bust And the Triple Six crush And a touch like Malachi Rollin' every spot Lookin for yo' a** and we high With the infrared sewn in his flesh And like some f**in' disco lights We gonna cut ya into itty-bitty parts Meet me on your side of town Where they keep the graveyards Crushed gla**, dead rats, lots of trash Empty shells, crack sells in these streets Black males found in blood trails Ain't enough mail for all y'all to prevail So the weak get put to sleep and they smell while they pale Sippin on a salty wine of your sweet softy blood My name is Scarecrow b**h, yo Welcome to my club Chorus (2x) -fade on 2nd-