Tha Club House Click - Court lyrics

[Verse 3: Lord Infamous] BLAY! Infamous ... my (?) madness (?) on these wussies Shoot you in the back of the head While you eatin' her out and (?) her f**in' p**y b**h I'm a k**a that don't take all that much for you to f**in' push me Camouflage, .50 caliber rifle lyin' in the f**in' bushes Can you smell what I'm cooking? Cannibal call it "rapper-stew" Lyrical Bruce Lee b**h, a black belt with these martial art dummies Pervert a n***a ... in that 24 inch (?) Serial k**er, the Infamous villain, they find yo head up on the block I'm comin' to court and I'm f**in' ready b**h you just have my cheddy But if you lose my cash yo family, kids will all get beheaded Now I'm sittin' in the court room ... all our money But if you got the money you can buy freedom from anybody