Skitzo Personality

Lyrics

[Intro] 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 [Verse 1] Scarecrow the savage, the master of deadly ass talents, dead bodies all over the palace Enter the mind of the malice that's knocking your equilibrium off balance, challenge 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 vultures Have you seen the dead culture, Mind of Minolta Some of the demons sell dope and everyday Lord overdosin' Heavy dosage 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 incisions 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 [Chorus] 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 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 [Verse 2] 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 pagan god 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 [Chorus] 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 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