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letra de lord infamous posse song - lord infamous

[verse 1: lil wyte]
well if this is the calm before the storm then i’m the first lightning bolt
ready to put a scorching slice to anything i’m smiting on
the only one paul allows to watch the throne whenever he isn’t home
and long ago i’ve bowed to give my all, no matter what’s goin on
let it be known: i’m callin’ out anybody that’s got a problem now
and now go back to the crib, pick up yo pen and keep on writin’ down
them whack -ss raps on all them tight -ss tracks
b-tch i been doin’ this sh-t a decade, gettin’ paid, f-ck with that
motherf-cker

[verse 2: miscellaneous]
ah, my posse got killas on the motherf-cking parol
and they don’t make move until a motherf-cker say so
so i suggest you p-ssy n-gg-s lay low
‘fore a n-gg- have to react another scene (?) get me yayo
when miscellaneous ’bout start on ’em, go hard on ’em
pull a card on ’em, leave a scar on ’em
make him reach in his mouth, f-ck around, pull his heart on ’em
cause a n-gg- ’bout to go ballistic on a mission
thinkin’ animalistic, n-gg- …
wyte music, hypnotize minds celebratin’ the vision
with return of the lord infamous, you b-tches
[verse 3: shamrock]
tailor suits with the gator boots
i got a razor fade with the razor blade
this mafioso gone irish
real g’s move quick and silent
my hands are clean, no longer violent
but i got goons who provide the guide and
run up on some fools with the automatic
… strapped
everything you do make it (?)
so far ahead, make it hard to catch
wyte music, i’m a party vet
and it’s wyte music where my heart is at
i hold it down when i’m asked to
how you think a motherf-cker got past you?
scarecrow show ’em what you got do
where the cash at mane, it’s p-ssed through, let’s go

[verse 4: partee]
time to mow the lawn, it’s some snakes in the gr-ss
cut they heads off, throw they bodies in the trash
i turned the cellphone off, i guess that made ’em mad
i took care of the young boy, you should call me dad
you a f-ckin’ f-g, take a … in your durex
talking slick, i see you beat on yo -ss
as i go on sight, you be standin’ next to a bomb
i swear to god it’s a fight … b-tch

[verse 5: ace, of thug therapy]
i’m knowin’ yo mother don’t warned you about f-ckin’ with n-gg-s
that you don’t know sh-t about
you gon’ find yourself in a whole heap of trouble
b-tch … thug therapy hit yo mouth
i ain’t tellin’ you once, i ain’t tellin’ you twice
i ain’t the type of n-gg- that you should doubt
cause once i said it, it’s done, it’s over
then me and my n-gg-s we smokin’ out
so it’s best that you ain’t (?) about the south
or you confront some sh-t you ain’t ready face
me and my n-gg- moe joe, we always ready to catch a case
…
… oh no another n-gg- dead and gone
what the f-ck you out there playin’ for?

[verse 6: moe joe, of thug therapy]
it’s wyte music, thug therapy and them killas (?) the three 6
keep my foot on they neck, hit ’em with some more of that heat b-tch
you know i live the high life, haters call me fly type
(?) like mike & ikes … like (?)
mafia, money and murder – that’s the sh-t we into
the streets is what we been through
we all know who we (?)
you cowards finna bail, feel h-ll on they cano
(?) in the field with the scarecrow

[verse 7: lord infamous]
revolver, i’mma pierce and rap
evaporate clown when i sn-tch out your scalp
infamous throwin’ the hatchet just like an apache
go blay! and i’m goin’ all out
pull out your teeth and i feed your -ss to the wild boars
watch ’em eat every morsel
sprayin’ the karma to everywhere … have no d-mn torso
scarecrow i feel no remorse on losin’ no sleep
when the devil want fresh souls
and (?) where i’m a (?)
cause satan will make infamous an immortal
lord vorhees, keyser myers, scarecrow zodiac
(?) the hail rain and flames lava pits
in soul possessor tags
lord of poppy fields and coca leafs
and methamphetamine king
devily cornered, the m-ssacre carnage
eliminate – varnish the killing spree
scarecrow is back from h-ll
and i came up to preach these deadly scriptures
you don’t want me to get up with ya
torture more n-gg-s than adolf hitler
blay!

- lord infamous

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