[Hook: T-Rock] 2x
None of you niggas want beef
Let's get it crackin'
We ain't gon' rest till you sleep
So let's get it crackin'
We will show up on your street
Like let's get it crackin'
It's all like war, ain't no peace
When we get the clappin'
[Verse 1: Lord Infamous]
Infamous, trick I'm the deadliest rapper to ever spit this rapid-fire ass flow
You really don't want to be pissing me off, I will wait till you sleep and cut your fuckin' throat
Look up the Scarecrow in your dictionary and you will see I'm defined of the pain
I'm taking a needle and fill it with acid and stick it into your damn jugular vein
I promise you bitch, you don't want to get rough cause matter of fact trick I am calling your bluff
Fuck what you think, I will blast out your thoughts, I will grind up your bones and I snort 'em like dust
I sit back and observe you slimy sissy ass niggas with Slytherin gangs
I can't figure out for the life of me, Google say you whack ass niggas on contract mane
I'm back in the day when life was a hell and I'm here to say "all of you pussies damn straight"
When Lucifer let me up out the hell gates he told me "bring me back a damn MC steak"
I'm cookin' up fresh fuckin' wussies in a fraction of time on my fuckin' Foreman Grill
You talk some shit, I wash your fuckin' mouth out with some massengill
I ram this long barrel .44 mag up yo ass
But I'll just put it to yo dome cuz you will probably like that fag
Infamous cocaine assassin, weak niggas I blast 'em up outta the universe
Bitch you better disperse 'fore I spill your brains in your purse
None of you niggas want beef
Let's get it crackin'
We ain't gon' rest till you sleep
So let's get it crackin'
We will show up on your street
Like let's get it crackin'
It's all like war, ain't no peace
When we get the clappin'
[Verse 1: Lord Infamous]
Infamous, trick I'm the deadliest rapper to ever spit this rapid-fire ass flow
You really don't want to be pissing me off, I will wait till you sleep and cut your fuckin' throat
Look up the Scarecrow in your dictionary and you will see I'm defined of the pain
I'm taking a needle and fill it with acid and stick it into your damn jugular vein
I promise you bitch, you don't want to get rough cause matter of fact trick I am calling your bluff
Fuck what you think, I will blast out your thoughts, I will grind up your bones and I snort 'em like dust
I sit back and observe you slimy sissy ass niggas with Slytherin gangs
I can't figure out for the life of me, Google say you whack ass niggas on contract mane
I'm back in the day when life was a hell and I'm here to say "all of you pussies damn straight"
When Lucifer let me up out the hell gates he told me "bring me back a damn MC steak"
I'm cookin' up fresh fuckin' wussies in a fraction of time on my fuckin' Foreman Grill
You talk some shit, I wash your fuckin' mouth out with some massengill
I ram this long barrel .44 mag up yo ass
But I'll just put it to yo dome cuz you will probably like that fag
Infamous cocaine assassin, weak niggas I blast 'em up outta the universe
Bitch you better disperse 'fore I spill your brains in your purse
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