Triple Six Club House

Lyrics

{*helicopter noise*} [Lord Infamous] Pickin' up the murder scripts so come audition for the role And the code of the motherfuckin' Triple Six sitcom, ugh Niggas catchin' the infection from the rich so come along For the mark on your arm, it's the end, come Ball on to the next century, misery Scarecrow got a murder that is goin' down in history A train from the north A train from the south The east and west They all collided All the niggas died Cause of greed and pride Cause I will pursue you Screw you Put a slug through you The voodoo brutally Ride I'm seventh of the sign I'm the sniper you can't find And my slug made of shiny jewelry Mr. Boogie Man, fee-fi-fo-fum I smell some money in his hand, take his side arm I don't give a fuck about your side You can be from L.A., Miami, or the N-Y Chorus (2x) We gonna take you to the Triple Six Clubhouse We got a plot for you already dug out I'm gonna run outside mane And pop these thangs Wanna, wanna come play in the black rain [Scarecrow] Hearses drivin round your house, hoodoo hex Voodoo dolls dancin' on your bed, throwin devil sets Sick, sadistic, nothin' up my sleeve Muddy boots, blazin' crickets, call me Crow Voorhees (blay!) Crow got a lust for the devilish bust And the Triple Six crush And a touch like Malachi Rollin' every spot Lookin for yo' ass and we hot With the infrareds on ninnas flashin' like some fuckin' disco lights We gonna cut ya into itty-bitty parts Meet me on your side of town Where they keep the graveyards Crushed glass, dead rats, lots of trash Empty shells, crack sells in these streets Black males found in blood trails Ain't enough mail for all y'all to prevail So the weak get put to sleep and they smell while they pale Sippin on the softy wine of your sweet softy blood My name is Scarecrow bitch, yo Welcome to my club Chorus (2x) -fade on 2nd-