-Laughter-   Yeah, ya'll thought that underground shit   Wouldn't gon' work in ya   Yeah   For the ouijas of sin is death   For the gift of god is eternal life   Through Jesus Christ our lord   Roman 6-23 nigga   Read it and weep, biatch   (Koopsta Knicca)   Hit a man bustin' up in my door   So I grab my 44   Now them bustas on the floor   Covered up by pillows   Oh no   I'm lookin' for them trizicks   Tryin' to put a group up in they clizick   I'm comin' up quick   I'm takin' no shots bustin' these caps off in these bitches   So why you wanna mess with this   So why you wanna take off this piece   Fool I'm bad to the bone, jone, chrome tech (??) fatality   You'll be fled   I'll be glad   When I make you hit that grass   I ain't showin' no mercy   God damn it I'm bustin' that ass   I'm havin' cisions of flesh (??) like that roozer tech   That mess in my head   If the constantly teachin' this evil shit   You hear some laughin' whose that in the window gaspin'   Now if you feel me tell me whose that creepin' for your head   (Gangsta Boo)   This goes out to all of you suckas   Includin' you crossers   Includin' you bustas   This shit is so fucked up   I can't even trust ya   This lady is tried of you motherfuckers   I'm bumpin' so hard   It's like oh my god   Gangsta Boo is rippin' the mic all apart   If your ass wasn't so full of that fart   Never would you have tasted me from the start   I'm trying to tell you hoe   Let me tell you bitch   You ain't my fuckin' friend   Prophet Entertainment member known as Boo   Had to tell your ass time and time again   Ride with my click   Bitch Triple 6   Is all I need plus my weed and the n-i-n-e   To keep you frilly hoes off of me   Come into my face   With that pimpin' ass shit   Watch you see this gangsta bitch get scandolous   You friendly ass hoes I scratch off my list   I don't need you   Don't want you bitch   (Crunchy Blac)   Friends like foes in these hoes   Keep on talkin' that shit   Actin' like they bad as fuck   But they ain' really talkin' bout' shit   Keep on dissin' this click   And we gon' hurt one of you tricks   Put your body in a ditch   Or dig a grave for that shit   Don't you ask who like it   Crunchy Blac did it bitch   Keep on talkin' all that noise   And I'ma get big like big business   Chorus x4   I have to tell these niggas time and time again   Bitch I ain't your fuckin' friend   I'll do your ass in   (DJ Paul)   Smiles can be deceivin'   Even if it's your friends   And hoes that know we can't be even Steven   Should not believe in   Too late one of them slip it's my foes   You already got my glock to the back of your head   Prayers already said   Done consider yourself dead   Your family and friends might be sayin' that I crossed you out   But nigga you was fake from the beginning   So I had to toss you out   Friend I'm no more   I kill all you foes   Step in my trunk   And I give it to a stroll back   The hammer release   And leave your chest with holes   All in the club    With that buck ass tube and pot   It's kind of hard   you can't beat us   And you can't join us   Cause we ain't gonna stop if you don't stop   (Scarecrow)   Some of the superior astronomical bends   From that of my mystical dreams   Of the many scenes   Mighty, manipulative, mercilous, multiple murderers   Sit back in dangerous   Hittin' and strippin'   And critical injury   Misery, seriously witness to the tremory   Trajedy, agany, infamy, agany brutal mentality   Assassatain   My voodoo tribe    If you don't want to be fried   Put on a feary disguise   Lord Infamous takn' no prisoners   Forget the begging, pleading, and the cries    Your reservation revalation   A satanic nation   Has be prophesized   I can look in your eyes and tell that there is fear   From the eternal burning of each of your lies   Flights of headlights   Black clothes and limos   Another negro startin' to decompose   From his casket the Scarecrow shall place a bloody black rose   Who knows that hate    That goes behind closed doors   With corpses froze in six foot holes   Wicked throws   Evil flows and torturing of foes   Chorus x4   Yeah, I ain't ya fuckin' friend   You do your ass in nigga   (Laughter)   Three 6 mafia comin' at your ass for the 9-7 bitch   Yeah   Watch your back niggas   You know who you are motherfucker   That brown shit would (???)   (Laughter)