[Intro: Lord Infamous]
Don't make a sound
Be very quiet
Just listen
He’s comin' for you
Ya better listen
As I tell da story of a twisted psycho
Lord Infamous but you can call me Scarecrow
[Verse 1: Lord Infamous]
A serial killa institution in Memphis, Tennessee
Known for the ways he mutilated the bodies
In the psychiatric ward, he was comatose very deeply
A few months later awoke and broke out the facility
They neva had a clue where he fleed
But it's believed he escaped somewhere deep in the county
Some says he stalks the corn fields
Waitin’ for farmers and lost kids, cuz he creeps up, kills them
He's a true muthafuckin' loc
The son of the Devil, the goddamn coat under black moon
Cut mothafuckas up from sickle to garden tools
Those fools who dare enter da crop was doomed
Those who doubted the tale of the crop would be chopped chopped and chopped into little muthafuckin parts
Some teenager fooled around in the corn field
And later he found soaked in blood with they skin peeled
Little kids go in and play and get lost
Six days rotten with they heads popped off
Sometimes you'll look deep in the field at the wood post
Hanging the bodies you may glimpse The Scarecrow
Don't make a sound
Be very quiet
Just listen
He’s comin' for you
Ya better listen
As I tell da story of a twisted psycho
Lord Infamous but you can call me Scarecrow
[Verse 1: Lord Infamous]
A serial killa institution in Memphis, Tennessee
Known for the ways he mutilated the bodies
In the psychiatric ward, he was comatose very deeply
A few months later awoke and broke out the facility
They neva had a clue where he fleed
But it's believed he escaped somewhere deep in the county
Some says he stalks the corn fields
Waitin’ for farmers and lost kids, cuz he creeps up, kills them
He's a true muthafuckin' loc
The son of the Devil, the goddamn coat under black moon
Cut mothafuckas up from sickle to garden tools
Those fools who dare enter da crop was doomed
Those who doubted the tale of the crop would be chopped chopped and chopped into little muthafuckin parts
Some teenager fooled around in the corn field
And later he found soaked in blood with they skin peeled
Little kids go in and play and get lost
Six days rotten with they heads popped off
Sometimes you'll look deep in the field at the wood post
Hanging the bodies you may glimpse The Scarecrow
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