Gangsta Lord Infamous

[Talking]
Yea mane I tell you about these
Tampon gangsta ass niggas mane
Motherfuckin' lice ...
Mane all you niggas eat dick mane

[Hook]
Fuck with me you fuckin' with the best
And you also fuckin' with the wrong one
I will hit you with the millimeter gun
Get the millimeter gun blow out yo lungs
Like them old Italians, Mafia gangsta son
When you see me comin' better run for fuckin' cover
BomBLAY, Mafia, Bomblay, Mafia
BomBLAY, Mafia, Bomblay, Mafia
BomBLAY, Mafia, Bomblay, Mafia
BomBLAY, Mafia, Bomblay, Mafia

[Verse 1]
Don't get smacked in the face with a Louisville slugger
Crack yo whole cranium into fragments like a puzzle
On this cocaine hustle, rabid dog need a muzzle
Do you in and throw your fuckin' carcass to them damn buzzards
Cut yo tongue out yo mouth, have ya t-a-talk and stutter
Drag you bitches to the river, get you muddy muthafucker
Lord loc on this opiates and coke, don't provoke
Take a toke and blast a (?)-size hole in yo throat
Then I bury these niggas in back of a villa
PCP and painkillers, put yo brain in da blender