Lyrics Ism - Lord Infamous

Ism

This shit I spit is hard as penitentiary dick
And I’mma go up in you deep with this Clubhouse Click
And I’mma give it to you raw, a ear full of this ISM
This pure uncut gangsta shit, pimpin' this ISM
Scarecrow horrific bloody pacific twisted bounty hunter
Collecting the brains of the enemy
Crossing the path of this ravenous monster
I’m spittin' the souls and I’m bleeding the venom
I’m cappin' the lightning and thunder
And you cannot deal with the lethal injection
My dose is puttin' you under
This deadly assassin will come up and blastin'
And dump you in casket and wrap you in plastic
When poppin' the plastic your brain disappear
Like it was fuckin' magic
When squeezing the trigger my finger lock on it
Vicious like a fuckin' pit
Lord Infamous and Black Rain in this bitch
With Tha Clubhouse Click
Infamous Kid and I rip up trick nigga
From his fuckin' ass to his appetite
Clinch 'round your neck like a boa constrictor
Circulate cut off all light
Bitch you best get on some act-right
Cause the Lord Infamous awfully focus for pain
Once I catch up with you, guaranteed
Shit gon' get real strange
This shit I spit is hard as penitentiary dick
And I’mma go up in you deep with this Clubhouse Click
And I’mma give it to you raw, a ear full of this ISM
This pure uncut gangsta shit, pimpin' this ISM
This shit I spit is hard as penitentiary dick
And I’mma go up in you deep with this Clubhouse Click
And I’mma give it to you raw, a ear full of this ISM
This pure uncut gangsta shit, pimpin' this ISM
I put yo head on the chopping block
Fuckin' with ma guap
Gotta be a kush crop and a pint of yella snot
Don’t get cut on yo top
Put a (?) hickey knot
Need a hard how hard yo eye, purple flip flop
Need a medical attention when this pistol get cocked
Got the shank of destiny
Infamous stickin' em on the spot
You don’t want no parts of this
Get lead, get hot
I don’t do no pistol playing
I give your punkass a shot
I don’t tote no small shit
I got some shit that you don’t like
Like my nigga Spice 1
I’mma pu-o pu-o pop
Wishin' someone will help you
Won’t somebody call the cops?
Leave ya beat down and bloody in Lord’s butcher shop
This shit I spit is hard as penitentiary dick
And I’mma go up in you deep with this Clubhouse Click
And I’mma give it to you raw, a ear full of this ISM
This pure uncut gangsta shit, pimpin' this ISM