Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Skitzo Personality, artist - Lord Infamous. Date of issue: 10.10.2013
Song language: English
Skitzo Personality |
| Yeah, Lord Infamous, Scarecrow |
| Futuristic Rowdy Bounty Hunter |
| Yeah, this for all my niggas in the Kaotic Klique |
| Tres, man I had to do it, ya know I’m sayin' |
| Soze! |
| Okay! |
| Okay! |
| BLAY! |
| Rowdy Bounter Hunter |
| Lord is the Scarecrow |
| Lord nigga |
| Even I don’t know |
| Scarecrow the savage, the master of deadliest talents, the bodies all over the |
| palace |
| Enter the mind of the malice, knocking your equilibrium, my balance (?) |
| Two automatics that’s spillin' your cabbage, the dead bodies rottin' all up in |
| the attic |
| Catch you a package that’s full of C4, do not go to the wake, do not open the |
| casket |
| Mossberg is knockin' the top off your corpse so the Scarecrow is from the dark |
| side of the force |
| Cry all you want, there’s no time for remorse when the kerosene dip in your |
| head with the torch |
| Practice deadly voodoo culture, feedin' bodies to the vulture |
| Have you seen the dead culture, Mind of Minolta |
| Some of the demons sell dope and everyday Lord overdosin' |
| Heavy doses smack you like a locomotive, mystical mojo potent |
| Hell gates open, then I enter in the killa dimension |
| Villain with precision, fingertip like scalpel, deep incision |
| Dropping the corpse in the murky abyss, it’s the Triple 6 general Lord Infamous |
| Chew off your face and I cut off your dick, ram a broom stick with splinters |
| right up in ya bitch |
| Maniac from the bloody Miss', bitch I do this shit |
| Been doin' this since you niggas was swimmin' 'round yo daddy balls trick |
| There’s three in me: Keyser, 'Crow, L-O-R-D |
| Skitzo personalities, I never know which one I be |
| And all of these niggas damn fools |
| I don’t even know which one right now is rappin' on these tools |
| Black mamba mixed with box jellyfish toxins, carbine cartridge |
| Demonic military marchin', abolish every target |
| I’m from the dimension where even god cannot hear your cries |
| The ultimate opposer, some may call it Mafia Antichrist |
| Lyrical guillotine, remove your spleen, cut off your cap |
| Make your insides feel like lava with this .500 revolver |
| Seven deadly sins in flesh from Scarecrow, Keyser, death miser |
| Splatter your matter like a papaya, body in the dryer |
| Wicked twisted mystic sadistic horrific (?) |
| You may not know my true name, many cultures call me Hezekiah |
| Six star general of the underworld, crimson red pearl |
| Destroy every man-child, litte boy, wicked girl |
| Serial killer, bounty hunter, hobby: searchin' for a body |
| John Wayne Gacy, man I find bodies tasty |
| Evil as a motherfucker, cat-shit crazy |
| I search through the depths of hell to find you till you pay me |
| There’s three in me: Keyser, 'Crow, L-O-R-D |
| Skitzo personalities, I never know which one I be |
| And all of these niggas damn fools |
| I don’t even know which one right now is rappin' on these tools |