Spill My Blood Three 6 Mafia
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[Hook: Lord Infamous]
Have they come to spill my blood
Have they come to sentence me
Will I leave here with my life my lord
If the law men capture me
Have they come to spill my blood
Have they come to sentence me
Will I live to see the morning sun
If the law men capture me
[Verse 1: Lord Infamous]
Lord Infamous, me futuristic rowdy bounty hunter
Nigga, I come from the land down under
Up the from the ground, you don't wanna rumble
Or cry round, toss and tumble
My voodoo do so my poetry
Now chicken blood or poultry
My victim been shook by a pack of coyote
Soarin' through the night, down to the trees, packed tight with two
Submachines, no rubber boots, paratroops in fields with parachutes
Down to the blue, no matter, however, can't hold em' for forever
Dead or alive, with your body, I sprinkle rotten flower petals
Yes the consequences, are your choice, my dred
Cause Lord Infamous will gain a healthy bounty for your head
[Verse 2: DJ Paul]
I'm wakin' up, tossin' and turnin' like in a scuffle
My words aren't clear, rarely I speak, speak, my voice is muffled, muffled
My hands over my face, they done got me
I'm startin' to feel woozy, they done shot me
The same fools I done creeped on, in his own sleep, sleep
One them hoes survived, now they creeped on me, me
Have they come to spill my blood
Have they come to sentence me
Will I leave here with my life my lord
If the law men capture me
Have they come to spill my blood
Have they come to sentence me
Will I live to see the morning sun
If the law men capture me
[Verse 1: Lord Infamous]
Lord Infamous, me futuristic rowdy bounty hunter
Nigga, I come from the land down under
Up the from the ground, you don't wanna rumble
Or cry round, toss and tumble
My voodoo do so my poetry
Now chicken blood or poultry
My victim been shook by a pack of coyote
Soarin' through the night, down to the trees, packed tight with two
Submachines, no rubber boots, paratroops in fields with parachutes
Down to the blue, no matter, however, can't hold em' for forever
Dead or alive, with your body, I sprinkle rotten flower petals
Yes the consequences, are your choice, my dred
Cause Lord Infamous will gain a healthy bounty for your head
[Verse 2: DJ Paul]
I'm wakin' up, tossin' and turnin' like in a scuffle
My words aren't clear, rarely I speak, speak, my voice is muffled, muffled
My hands over my face, they done got me
I'm startin' to feel woozy, they done shot me
The same fools I done creeped on, in his own sleep, sleep
One them hoes survived, now they creeped on me, me
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