Lord Infamous - I Be lyrics

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Lord Infamous - I Be lyrics

[Hook] I be the rootin'est, tootin'est Shootin'est, hootin'est Ain't nuthin' you can do wit' this I'm ruder b**h! I be the rootinest tootin'est Shootin'est hootin'est Hangin' coz ya split ya wrists Im cruel trick! I be the rootin'est, tootin'est Shootin'est, hootin'est Got a night scope and a beam on this I won't miss The rootin'est, tootin'est Shootin'est, hootin'est They call me Lord Infamous Im Infamous! [Verse 1] Kickin' up this like a f**in' cheetah Infamous, I'm hungry as a hyena Once I get up on the speaker Lurkin' with the millimeter Low down dirty, ruthless schemer When I load this forty-fiva Tear up lungs like emphysema No you cannot catch a breather I don't like your punka** either Cannibalistic, a flesh eater Psychic thoughts is up my reader I says that you want this heater Rippin' out yo goddamn peepers Track 'em down like Jeepers Creepers Crouching tiger, hidden reaper Yeah I hate alotta people When we start there is no sequel b**h you never ever equal Black mamba, I'm very lethal Hit you with the damn heat seeker Plenty bodies, dig it deeper High as f**, I'm on this liters Slanted like the tower Pisa Lookin' like he want some beef-ah I'mma leave you with a leaker Keyser Soze the defeater Low on dope, I need a re-up Snort a f**ing quarter key up Start a avalanche, snort up a avalanche Doin' the devil dance, goin' into a trance Pray to the murder man, shoot some malevolence Snort me a blast and watch it all blast [Hook] I be the rootin'est, tootin'est Shootin'est, hootin'est Ain't nuthin' you can do wit' this Im ruder b**h! I be the rootinest tootin'est Shootin'est hootin'est Hangin' coz ya split ya wrists Im cruel trick! I be the rootin'est, tootin'est Shootin'est, hootin'est Got a night scope and a beam on this I won't miss The rootin'est, tootin'est Shootin'est, hootin'est They call me Lord Infamous Im Infamous! [Verse 2] BLAY! I'm the Bloody Bloody Scarecrow I'm from the demonic dimension When it comes to Devil Shyt I promise there's no competition Enemies, they all retreat, I rip a opposition b**h you pay the penalty You wanna come f** with this pimpin' Coke OZ's and fentanyl Are my only fast food nutrition Crank the chainsaw, get the rippin' Flesh is all over the kitchen Did I mention: I will split yo cranium You get the trippin' Grip this pistol on my hip Then give you some lead intervention n***a wanna test this gangsta Seems he needs a position Put this pistol to his chin And pop his brains to ceilin' Run and hide and duck for cover Once I get no hill in Set his a** on flames And leave him in the med k**in' (?) blastin' dilaudid shots And morphine, you have pain You went against the grain Now you have to face the Black Rain Sadistic and sick psychotic Yes I need a tec mane Cause I'm hangin' decomposed bodies It ain't right mane [Hook] I be the rootin'est, tootin'est Shootin'est, hootin'est Ain't nuthin' you can do wit' this Im ruder b**h! I be the rootinest tootin'est Shootin'est hootin'est Hangin' coz ya split ya wrists Im cruel trick! I be the rootin'est, tootin'est Shootin'est, hootin'est Got a night scope and a beam on this I won't miss The rootin'est, tootin'est Shootin'est, hootin'est They call me Lord Infamous Im Infamous!

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