Murder on the Menu

Lyrics

[Chorus: Geto Boys] Fuck that, say goodbye to the bad guy Left for dead, I pumped those bitches full of lead Fuck that, say goodbye to the Left for dead, I pumped those bitches full of lead Fuck that, say goodbye to the bad guy Left for dead, I pumped those bitches full of lead Fuck that, say goodbye to the Left for dead, I pumped those bitches full of lead Fuck that, say goodbye to the bad guy Left for dead, I pumped those bitches full of lead Fuck that, say goodbye to the bad guy Left for dead, I pumped those bitches full of lead Fuck that, say goodbye to the bad guy Left for dead, I pumped those bitches full of lead Fuck that, say goodbye to the- [Verse 1] Massacre, massacre, 5-0 getting massacred I'm so sick of fuckin' blue lights Scarecrow lust to blast on da coppa When I cock up the gat and stoppa Infamous, I'm Infamous, the cops are miggedy-mopa Scarecrow, Scarecrow, cops you best beware hoe When I see a cop I'm gonna shoot him in his fuckin' throat It's so simple - shoot him in his temple Beat a fuckin' cops ass till he layin' crippled Hell yeah, cops scared, what a fuckin' relief When I kill the officers I'm gonna kill the fuckin' chief A thousand cop assassins lurkin' in the fuckin' dark Get all the motherfuckers even the goddamn crossing guards Cops are one timers yo like they gotta hang Every nigga get ya strap, kill some fucking pigs mane! When I click up on da .50's yo they ass is through Hell yeah, son of a bitch, murder on the menu [Chorus: Geto Boys] Fuck that, say goodbye to the bad guy Left for dead, I pumped those bitches full of lead [Verse 2] Fellas who think they can fuck with the killas They foolish, I'm blowin' 'em outta sight Infamous the Scarecrow is what they call me, dodge that red light Butcher, bitch I cut legs off with the hacksaw Grand slam swing, watch the sledge hammer crack jaw Black Glock, schizophrenic Scarecrow, bloody battle axe Bash him in his cataracts, feed him to my alley rats Yeah hoe it's like that, fuck you, you don't like it Shoot that trick, I need a cigarette, give me a light bitch Cause when I blast the gat close yo motherfuckin' curtains If yo ass don't die oh you will be hurt for certain So make way for the motherfuckin' punisher House full of dead motherfuckers on the furniture Lyrical life threats Scarecrow shall continue Blow 'em up, cooking guts, drag em through the venue Call the bomb squad on yo ass will turn to soup Damn fool, Scarecrow got murder on the menu