Rush Em

Album cover art for "Rush Em" by Lord Infamous & Partee & Lil Wyte

Lord Infamous & Partee & Lil Wyte - Rap, Horrorcore

Rush Em

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Duration: 5:49

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[Skit from the movie "Menace II Society"] [Hook: Partee] Rush em, rush em, rush em, rush em No time for discussion When you see em rush em Rush em, rush em, rush em, rush em No time for discussion When you see em rush em Invite you over bitch Whoop your ass for talkin' shit Invite you over bitch Whoop your ass for talkin' shit Invite you over bitch Whoop your ass for talkin' shit Invite you over bitch Whoop your ass for talkin' shit [Verse 1: Lord Infamous] I'm 'bout to get stupid-dumb-retarded-ignorant Smack you so hard I will knock out your pigments Satan is all you saw [?] Have you on your knees repentin' Pray to God, better get some religion Right in the cut, peripheral vision When the Lord Infamous go on a mission I get on the face, man that face is missin' Stompin' your face in and widen your jaw Don't make me get full of that coca raw I'm a juggernaut on tussin' snot, mane, let's rob Pop in the clip and I'm ready to rip and I'm plannin' on takin' out all o'yall Then visit the church or mall when Infamous full of that Bogota Slugs is dispersin', niggas heads burstin' Lord's blood thirsty, who want to converse me? Out of time, you fuckin' with a mind of my kind I beat 'em, bust 'em, no discussion When the Infamous start to rush 'em [Bridge] Lord the rabid werewolf at full moon fiendin' for jugulars Infamous vampiric, suck up plasma like a cherry slush Sittin' in the pentagram, candle is summonin' the spirits Train me in black arts, they cop my mind with these demonic lyrics [Hook: Partee] Rush em, rush em, rush em, rush em No time for discussion When you see em rush em Rush em, rush em, rush em, rush em No time for discussion When you see em rush em Invite you over bitch Whoop your ass for talkin' shit Invite you over bitch Whoop your ass for talkin' shit Invite you over bitch Whoop your ass for talkin' shit Invite you over bitch Whoop your ass for talkin' shit [Verse 2: Lord Infamous] I'm the Futuristic Rowdy Bounty Hunter, Lord of voodoo I'm the one that taught the art of war to fuckin' Sun Tzu Searchin' through my books of curses, who be next to catch the hex? If I felt your bitchass was a threat I sever head from neck Crow's a great white shark from lurkin' in the deep blue I'm smellin' chomp-chomp-chomp time for the feedin' frenzy food Silverback Gorilla charge 'em, rippin' off appendages Ain't no need for beg and pleadin', bitch that shit is gibberish Visions of ancestors mummifiyin' tricks in pyramids Sociopathic with the automatic, death's your only wish Back in the old days I used to scream "I gotta touch 'em!" Now it's (?) first we rush 'em then I gut 'em [Bridge] Lord the rabid werewolf at full moon fiendin' for jugulars Infamous vampiric, suck up plasma like a cherry slush Sittin' in the pentagram, candle is summonin' the spirits Train me in black arts, they cop my mind with these demonic lyrics [Hook: Partee] Rush em, rush em, rush em, rush em No time for discussion When you see em rush em Rush em, rush em, rush em, rush em No time for discussion When you see em rush em Invite you over bitch Whoop your ass for talkin' shit Invite you over bitch Whoop your ass for talkin' shit Invite you over bitch Whoop your ass for talkin' shit Invite you over bitch Whoop your ass for talkin' shit [Verse 3: Partee] Murder on my mind, I got the vision, I can see it Strangle 'em with my bare hands, as his life leave I can see it No sympathy for your love once I wanna see 'em cry The only thing I want to see more than that, is you die I never said I was god but I can be the devil I hate you with a passion and that's on every level If I hear some (?) I kiss the cross on my rosary then I squeeze the metal [Verse 4: Lil Wyte] Kiss yo ass goodbye, take the safety off the 4-5 A shovel and duct tape are sittin' in the trunk of my ride No discussion, just rush 'em, we've already had our conversation Plus I got goons in every crack and crevice in this nation One phone call is all it takes, couple of stacks up out the bank You be missin' and I be chillin' in Texas, sippin' purple drank The president ain't gotta lift a finger but if I did I'd only bust 'em And I ain't about to fight you pussy motherfuckers I just tell my soldiers: [Hook: Partee] Rush em, rush em, rush em, rush em No time for discussion When you see em rush em Rush em, rush em, rush em, rush em No time for discussion When you see em rush em Invite you over bitch Whoop your ass for talkin' shit Invite you over bitch Whoop your ass for talkin' shit Invite you over bitch Whoop your ass for talkin' shit Invite you over bitch Whoop your ass for talkin' shit

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Credits

Writers
  • Lil Wyte
  • Partee
  • Lord Infamous