Bloody Ski Mask

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Lord Infamous] I'mma drill 'em with a deadly dose of venom Put they brains up on the spinning fan they placed up on the ceiling When the milli get the rippin' nigga body get the tippin' When I hit them with the .20 gauge he permanentally limpin' Did I mention that I'm sniffin on some coke, I'm numb and trippin' Slippin' on the isotoner, goin' on a mission Can't forget to get the other damn tools out the kitchen Packin' ammunition, goin' on a expedition When I catch a nigga slippin' I'ma smack him with the pimpin' Taking everything, I even got 'em naked strippin' Bitch nigga may have some dope thats hidden Bitch strip too, don't make me have to peel him Infamous the Scarecrow, nothing you prepare for Don't you turn around, bitch you better be careful Sleeping with the devil if you wanna try a nigga that's psychopathic ratchet on a whole nother level Kicking in the front end with the chrome barrel gauge Nigga try to run, catch some buckshot-spray Flambated on the ground, brain decay This shit can happen quick or it can go another way Your guts splattered mane, all over the place I suggest you go along and co-operate 'fore you end up in a fucking bodybag today .50 cal burn through the vest and the trauma plate [Verse 2: Lil Jack] Mane all I hang around is killers Make me fuck around and drop you in a river Hope that you can swim with your head gone nigga Blowed off brains on your head stone nigga Run off in his crib and now you get gone nigga Nigga blooded then I pull up off the crime scene muggin' Old people scared yellin' "ain't seen nothin' Got a couple young niggas droppin' out bustin' Yeah I'm a killa, nigga, fuck 'em Used to wear the mask now I get 'em naked-face I ain't try to hide Imma kill em anyway Manson for life, got the chopper with the light Run up on him slippin', its gon' be ya last night Still take his head off, sawed-off and the Glocks Single shot from the front, lock his ass in the trunk Little J to the A to the K-illa bitch All I hang around killa-killas bitch Infamous grab the evidence, call the coroner From Memphis to Texas, from Florida to Georgia Merciless, me and Merciles ridin' shirtless Burn his house down nigga, black suit hearse shit You gon' get hurt bitch, shoot off in the church bitch Fuckin' with a killa everybody gettin' murked shit Do you really wanna die? Shoot him in his face, knock his noodles out his eyes [Verse 3: Merciles] Bangin' with a bunch of killas get your head split with machete They ain't fuckin' ready for the crazys from the dirty Lunatics are bargin' closer to the city Dirty nights of murder with the maniac A nightmare with nobody wakin' up and never comin' back I'm gettin ready for the slaughter I said watch me do it, watch me kill swingin' harder Track you trough the woods and then I'm dumpin' you and all your motherfuckin' friends inside the motherfuckin' water, murder Gotta kill 'em all Now I'm slippin' on the ski mask with my niggas Lord and little Jack And I'm the bloody butcher comin' for you slippin' slutty hooker Follow you at night and I be waitin' for the moment Hopin' I can get rid of all feelings that you people called it Sickness, be a witness to shit I call the work of art And I'm like the BTK Bitch who play the game in the brain with a whole lotta pain Leavin' everybody hella trippin' lookin' at with little bit remains I'mma bring you to the darkness where we get it done regardless Ain't no feelings its the Merciles the hardest Put a pitchfork through your throat I'mma jab it in you slowly, watch you choke In the chop shop where you can't escape I'll walk up from behind and put an axe Through your motherfuckin' shoulder blade Laughin' at your screams, get it done by any means Take a look up at a crook, say your last breaths While I pick you up and leave you hanging from this motherfuckin' meat hook