Smoking Papers Lord Infamous (Ft. II Tone & Lil Jack)

[Hook: Lord Infamous]
I got them smoking papers
I got a popper permit
Iem got them smoking papers
I got a popper permit
I got them smoking papers
I got a popper permit
Never leavin' home without it
I will leak your ass bitch

[Verse 1: Lord Infamous]
Scarecrow, tha calico give ya some inlet
Here comes the Infamous bloody vampire
When I suck out your oxygen, take out your wind
And connect the dots on your dead skin
Get me a hit of adrenalin, caskets I fill 'em, brains on the ceiling
I don't know why do you wanna play killa man
Catch you a injury, fill you with pure lead
Puttin' the .50 cal up to yo neck
When I'm snatchin' the tongue right up outta yo head
I am the (?) sparin' a hoe ... end up in the med
Choppin' off the razors edges, slice 'em like some light bread
Love to see the spread turn bright blood-red
Mane you don't want this predicament
I will get ignorant, smoke me a cigarette
This heinous pistol, I need to get rid of it
Make your bitch ass like you on your period
Seriously make me not fuck around
Especially when I'm on Funky Town
Load this .500 round and knock the noodles out your crown
Keyser the bounty hunter full of coke and the marijuana that is green as Iguana's
Cap with the thunder and took a bitch hop, you don't wanna get popped by the Infamous punisher
You hear the "BOOM" of the shotgun bass
Double aught bucks takin' off your throat and your face