
Date of issue: 13.05.2019
Song language: English
Scarecrows |
Scarecrow, stand around your body as it decompose |
Scarecrow, stand around your body as it decompose |
Scarecrow, stand around your body as it decompose |
Fuckin' with the Krucifix, I’ll make you meet the Holy Ghost |
Bloody crime, doom at night |
Fifty shots gon blast you in your face (?) |
'Drenaline rush, when I crush |
Candlelight, cut the phone |
Just to disturb you (?) home |
(?) police hear no dial tone |
? |
of this murder mane,? |
Victim of this deadly (?) |
Victim of that 3−8-0 |
Now you bustas know the (?) |
Now you know I stang a hoe |
Scarecrow, stand around your body as it decompose |
Scarecrow, stand around your body as it decompose |
Scarecrow, stand around your body as it decompose |
Fuckin' with the Krucifix, I’ll make you meet the Holy Ghost |
Lady Dead, just like Michael Myers I’m a psycho bitch |
If you’re fuckin' with this Devil shyt you’re restin' in a ditch |
Drop you off in a lake, busta bitch that’s your mistake |
Hope you (?) |
Cause you’re flyin' through them gates |
Up above, ain’t no love (?) |
No I’m not a waitress but I’m still gonna serve these deadly slugs |
You just got to set up? |
, be a victim of my (?) |
Once again with my niggas (?) |
(?) Devil shit is on |
No I’m not a Christian but I always go and sit at church |
Just so I can watch them drive your body away in a hearse |
Plus I thirst for this gangsta shit that I spit in these raps |
Jellow punk ass niggas you done finally met your fucking match |
Homicide, cross my mind, as I stare (?) |
Bustas act like Superman but I got your Kryptonite |
Prize from the sacrifice only horror (?) |
Fresh up outta the crazy house with suicidal tendency |
Rock up at the corner store to get me a fifth of some Hennessy |
Every swig of liquor got me wanna creep and stang a nigga |
A Chainsaw Massacre, call me Mr Serial Killer |
Just like Jack The Ripper with my knife I rip you from ear to ear |
Put a loose around your neck and hang you like a chandelier |
Don’t you niggas show no fear |
I’m in your dreams like Freddy Krueger |
Mask up all on my face, black gloves and my dirty Ruger |
All around (?) |
Bury you up in my car (?) |
If you got some nerves to say then busta say it to my face |
(?) give me a fucking murder tape |
White chalk and yellow tape you see it at the bloody scene |
I won’t leave behind a glove (?) to be cleaned |
(?) as I make my get away |