I Be

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Lord Infamous - Rap

I Be

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[Hook] I be the rootin'est, tootin'est, shootin'est, hootin'est Ain't nuthin' you can do wit' this, I'm brutal bitch! I be the rootinest tootin'est, shootin'est, hootin'est Hangin' coz ya split ya wrists, I'm cruel trick! I be the rootin'est, tootin'est, shootin'est, hootin'est Got a night scope and a beam on this, I won't miss! The rootin'est, tootin'est, shootin'est, hootin'est They call me Lord Infamous, I'm Infamous! [Verse 1] Kickin' off this like a fuckin' cheetah Infamous, I'm hungry as a hyena Once I get up on the speaker Lurkin' with the millimeter Low down dirty, ruthless schemer When I load this forty-fiva Tear up lungs like emphysema No you cannot catch a breather I don't like your punkass either Cannibalistic, a flesh eater Psychic thoughts just up my reader I sense that you want this heater Rippin' out yo goddamn peepers Track 'em down like Jeepers Creepers Crouching tiger, hidden reaper Yeah I hate alotta people When we start there is no sequel Bitch you never ever equal Black mamba, I'm very lethal Hit you with the damn heat seeker Plenty bodies, dig it deeper High as fuck, I'm on those liters Slanted like the tower Pisa Lookin' like he want some beef-ah I'mma leave you with a leaker Keyser Soze the defeater Low on dope, I need a re-up Snort a fucking quarter key up Snort up an avalanche, call up the ambulance Doin' the devil dance, goin' into a trance Pray to the murder man, shoot some malevolence Snort me a blast and watch it all blast [Hook] I be the rootin'est, tootin'est, shootin'est, hootin'est Ain't nuthin' you can do wit' this, I'm brutal bitch! I be the rootinest tootin'est, shootin'est, hootin'est Hangin' coz ya split ya wrists, I'm cruel trick! I be the rootin'est, tootin'est, shootin'est, hootin'est Got a night scope and a beam on this, I won't miss! The rootin'est, tootin'est, shootin'est, hootin'est They call me Lord Infamous, I'm Infamous! [Verse 2] BLAY! I'm the Bloody Bloody Scarecrow, I'm from the demonic dimension When it comes to Devil Shyt I promise there's no competition Enemies, they all retreat, I rip a opposition Bitch you pay the penalty, you wanna come fuck with this pimpin' Coke OZ's and Fentanyl are my only source of nutrition Crank the chainsaw, get the rippin', flesh is all over the kitchen Did I mention: I will split yo cranium, you get the trippin' Grip this pistol on my hip then give you some lead intervention Nigga wanna test this gangsta, seems he needs some convincin' Put this pistol to his chin and pop his brains to the ceilin' Run and hide and duck for cover once I get no hill in Set his ass on flames and leave him in the med killin' Skin grafts and dilaudid shots and morphine to heal pain You went against the grain now you have to face the Black Rain Sadistic and sick psychotic, yes I need a tec mane Cause I'm hangin' decomposed bodies, it ain't right mane [Hook] I be the rootin'est, tootin'est, shootin'est, hootin'est Ain't nuthin' you can do wit' this, I'm brutal bitch! I be the rootinest tootin'est, shootin'est, hootin'est Hangin' coz ya split ya wrists, I'm cruel trick! I be the rootin'est, tootin'est, shootin'est, hootin'est Got a night scope and a beam on this, I won't miss! The rootin'est, tootin'est, shootin'est, hootin'est They call me Lord Infamous, I'm Infamous!

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  • Lord Infamous