Skitzo Personality

[Intro] Yeah, Lord Infamous, Scarecrow Futuristic Rowdy Bounty Hunter Yeah, this for all my niggas in the Kaotic Klique Tres, man I had to do it, ya know I'm sayin' Soze! Okay! Okay! BLAY! Rowdy Bounter Hunter Lord is the Scarecrow Lord nigga ... [1st Verse] Scarecrow the savage, the master of deadliest talents The bodies all over the palace Enter the mind of the malice That lock in your ... be in my embellished chalice 200 magnums that's spillin your cabbage The dead bodies rottin' all up in the alley Catch you a package that's full of C4 Do not go to the way, do not open the casket Mossberg is knockin' the top off your corpse So the Scarecrow is from the dark side of the force ... there is no time for remorse When the kerosine dip in your head with the torch Practice deadly voodoo culture Feedin' bodies to the vulture Have you seen a dead sculpture ... Some of the demons are dopin' Everyday Lord overdosin' Heavy dosis smack you like a locomotive Mystical mojo potent Hell gates open, then I enter in the killer dimension Villain with precision, fingertip like scalpel Deep incision, dropping the corpse in the murky abyss It's the Triple 6 general Lord Infamous Chew off your face and I cut off your dick Ram a broom stick with splinters right up in ya bitch Maniac from the bloody Miss', bitch I do this shit Been doin' this since you niggas was swirmin' around Up in yo daddys balls trick [Hook] 2x There's three in me: Keyser, 'Crow, L-O-R-D Skitzo personalities, I never know which one I be And all of these niggas damn fools I don't even know which one right now is rappin' on these tools [2nd Verse] Black mamba mixed with box jellyfish toxins, carbine cautious Demonic military marchin' abolish every target I'm from the dimension where even god cannot hear your cries The ultimate opposer, some may call it Mafia Antichrist Lyrical guillotine, remove your spring, cut off your cap Make your insides feel like lava with this .500 revolver Seven deadly sins in flesh from Scarecrow, Keyser, death miser Splatter your matter like a papaya, body in the dryer Wicked twisted mystic sadistic horrific (?) You may not know my true name Many cultures call me (?) Six star general of the underworld, cruise in red (?) Destroy every man, child, litte boy, (?) girl Serial killer, bounty hunter Hobby: searchin' for a body John Wayne Gacy, man I find bodies tasty Evil as a motherfucker, cat-shit crazy I search through the depths of hell To find you 'til you pay me [Hook] 2x There's three in me: Keyser, 'Crow, L-O-R-D Skitzo personalities, I never know which one I be And all of these niggas damn fools I don't even know which one right now is rappin' on these tools