Skitzo Personality - Lord Infamous

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

Scarecrow the savage, the master of deadliest talents, the bodies all over the

palace

Enter the mind of the malice, knocking your equilibrium, my balance (?)

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 vulture

Have you seen the dead culture, Mind of Minolta

Some of the demons sell dope and everyday Lord overdosin'

Heavy doses 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 incision

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

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

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 (?)

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

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