I Ain’t Goin’ Three 6 Mafia

[Verse 1: Lord Infamous]
Sound the alarm
Infamous comes from the slums
Cookin' 'em done with the napalm
Cut off the tongues, bitches are numb
Niggas they run, all of my guns
Droppin' yo funds, bullets, they wound
Bitches are doomed, at high noon
Billy the Kid, splatter his wig
Without a clue, niggas get blew up out they shoes
What's up damn fool? I got my tools, don't play no rules
It's up to you, what will you do?
Here comes the rat, here comes the tat
Beat 'em with bats, chop with the axe
Load up the gats, don't hit a mack
Infamous packed, down for a jack
Makin' a stack, roll up the sack
Bu-bu-bu-buck, ready to fuck, testin' my nuts
You will get stuck, down in the rut
Fillin' the slugs, empty your blood
All on the rug, [?] dug
All on my mug - that's war paint
When I'm comin' with the shanks
And my dank and the chains

[Verse 2: Koopsta Knicca]
Ballin' up and down the street
Lookin' for some shit to creep
Niggas notice my bogus tags
And they pull up they gangsta set
They know 'bout my role
Part of robbin' niggas who thinkin' they hard
And dumpin' tricks in a ditch
That's my hobby cause I ain't rich
In the bushes where I hang
But you want to be a wild thang
And throw yo ass up in my face
Now I got your little monkey ass
Though I'm not like Dracula my weapon is a scapula
So I'm tryin' to break it down [?]
Crunchy rushin' back to [?]
Which will die or bleed the least?
Watch yo body hit the street
Pay Day, they say where you lay
No one knows your damn face
But I do and that's a fact
Come play the game of pitty pat
I shot you on the railroad track
Slice yo head and leave you dead