It Was Triple Six Juicy J (Ft. Kingpin Skinny Pimp & Lord Infamous)

[Chorus: Lil Glock, Project Pat, & Gangsta Pat]
Bitches thinkin' "who was it?", bitch, it was Triple Six
Ridin' in your neighborhood, bitch, with the Glock cocked
Bitches thinkin' "who was it?", bitch, it was Triple Six
Shootin' mothafuckas at point blank range
Bitches thinkin' "who was it?", bitch, it was Triple Six
Ridin' in your neighborhood, bitch, with the Glock cocked
Bitches thinkin' "who was it?", bitch, it was Triple Six
Shootin' mothafuckas at point blank range

[Verse 1: Lord Infamous]
Deadly measures are the consequence, I pray for apocalypse
I quickly drop you, bitch, feel the flame of the arsonist
Bullets knockin' niggas down, as if they were heat seekin'
Scalpin' me more damn fools than the lunatic Mohican
Slaughterin', mothafucka, don't give a damn if people are watching
Passin' niggas droppin' out a black van like a SWAT team
I'm stalkin', watch me, a weaponry master
Walkin' over dead bodies layin' in the pasture
Step in through the dark roads, ho, but you didn't know
These bloody, scary grounds were haunted by the Scarecrow
Maze of the horrifying terror to the maximum
Keeper of the devil's will, Lord Infamous axe murderer
Murder ya guts, come with us the real astonishment
The place where corpses hang like mothafuckin' ornaments
Busta ass niggas, you knows I folds 'em
Mothafuckas eyes, I will permanently close them