| Lord Infamous, I now you niggas can’t stand it
|
| Cause all you motherfuckers thought he was out the game for good
|
| Now you hoes got trouble
|
| I’m kickin' ass, I’m takin' names, trick this ain’t no stunt
|
| Bitch, jump, jump, jump, jump, like you want some
|
| This ain’t Ashton Kutcher and you ain’t gettin' punked
|
| Bitch, jump, jump, jump, jump, like you want some
|
| Have you bleedin' like a bitch at that time of the month
|
| Bitch, jump, jump, jump, jump, like you want some
|
| I see you over there muggin' with your nuts all pumped
|
| Trick, jump, jump, jump, jump, like you want some
|
| BLAY!
|
| Infamous blastin' this milli round like it’s damn 007 on Hamburger Hill
|
| Better watch out cause I’m blastin' this carbine till I see blood leakin' up
|
| out yo ear
|
| Evil and dirty, damn son of a gun
|
| And I got some shit, bet yo punk ass better run
|
| Rip you in half like chainsaw Massacre, reach in yo chest and scatter yo lung
|
| Come from the slums of Magnolia, South Memphis, South Park Way was the
|
| battlefield
|
| When it comes to havin' remorse I don’t know what that mean
|
| All I feel from the kill is the thrill
|
| Bitch I get ill, I torch yo ass and watch yo skin bubble
|
| Can’t get (?) shot like Micheal Jordan, I want a triple-double
|
| 12 gauge under yo chin, launch your head just like the space shuttle
|
| (?) renegade rebel, calluses on hand from usin' that shovel
|
| Just like Geto Boys, bitch I’m grippin' that on that other level
|
| That other level, motherfucker, that other level
|
| Into heavy metal but I ain’t talkin' about no guitar chords
|
| Talkin' I’m beatin' yo bloody ass body
|
| And puttin' yo punk ass in the morgue
|
| So get that boy, when the Scarecrow pick up the 12 gauge pump
|
| Bitch jump, bitch jump like you want some |