Fuckin With Dis Click
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(Scream)
How can you have faith in a god that cannot even control creation?
How can he lead you to salvation?
There is no hope in chaos- only...,
... Welcome to the other side of reality,
And this is your eternity (eternity),
[Juicy J]
The end of the world, I can see it comin',
So I pack my 9mms and I start huntin',
For these niggas that talk shit,
Man these hoes will never quit,
Until ya leave 'em hangin' from a tree or thrown in a ditch,
Which,
One of you niggas think you really got them guts,
To walk up to his house, knock on his door, let 'em feel the buck,
Shots of a 12 gauge,
Backed up by an AK,
'Fore you go to bed at night you bitches better kneel and pray,
Cause when its business, we takin' care of business,
I'm cappin' on any punk witness,
Or any foo wanna get in it,
Man this shit is real, not them stories you put in your raps,
Not even that bullshit you talk behind a nigga back,
Let me make it simple and plain,
Run up and you'll get your brains,
Blown, to the side of the curb with that plastic thang-thang,
Meaning Glock 19,
With the 20 clip,
You don't wanna fuck with this,
You don't wanna fuck with this,
[Chorus]
[Therefore all you clicks, and you clans,
And you crews,
Fuckin', fuckin' with this click, and we goin' bring it to your ass,
Where are all you clicks, and you clans,
And you crews,
Fuckin', fuckin' with this click, and we goin' bring it to yo ass] x2
[Koopsta Knicca]
Man...
For a pety crime,
I swear I'll die,
Before I do some time,
Bitch the Koopsta massive when I murder with the muthafuckin' plastic nine,
Corpses,
That we tortured,
In the chevy, voices won't let me rest,
Could this be the end yet,
Or a message sent from Satan,
Nigga omens,
They open the gates of horror for them horror lords,
We tortured the cases,
Who arrested the faces,
Of the Triple 6,
Devil shit,
Sorcerer,
Kill that bitch, chop that bitch,
Or you might get caught on a crucifix,
I'm sick,
Of that burning inside of my cradle I'm wishin' that he could just come yet,
This nina gots no trigger so I'm clickin' real quick like a serial killa mon,
Straight from that south for reala,
I'll buck you dead my nigga,
And it's a shame,
When I dropped 'em off the break mane,
In return I got no thangs,
I went in dark room fool Koop be jackin' for their thang,
Everytime I see you slippin', I go and load up my mac-10 (mac-10),
Victims of my devil's playground, come burn with me until the end,
[Chorus]
[Hook] x2
[Lord Infamous]
Tossin' the dead body over my shoulder,
And sure to break out with my shovel,
Let evil look forward,
And I start to dig up and toss in the body,
And give up more money,
As bank of the sore,
Three seperate bodies hacked,
Up with a axe,
And I think a big sack,
Have been chewed up by rats,
I'm just writing these poems,
They bring to renown cause a Triple 6 night to rescore,
Split,
Wrists,
With nee-dles in my fists,
And amidst,
Thy clicks,
Of tricks,
No, I'm not a Chris-
Tian,
... But I'm mentally ill and I don't understand all the reasons,
Why I think it's killin' season,
And neither does my schitzophrenic friends,
So therefore nigga, due to my mental defocalty,
Scarecrow is only entertained, by helping enemies bleed,
Let all the bodies soak in all the blood let's go smoke with that chick with no pity,
I bloody cut chop up they shell goes in 20 gauge finally thinkin' like I was fright-nit-ting,
I'm havin' no thoughts,
Of the lives I've done lost,
When I'm blazin' the streets with gauge fire,
Cause I'm having a Halloween slaughter,
It turned my gun focal,
Just thank Micheal Myers,
No mutilations,
Paralyzations,
Got no patience,
When I'm chasin',
Down a patient,
Tryin' to thwart assassination,
[Chorus]
[Hook] x2
[DJ Paul]
I'm on a cross, Lucifer please cut me free (cut me free),
I'll draw your portrait if you pull these nails out my feet (nails out my feet),
My cross turns upside down and finally I'm loose,
I flip the land and released the others who sinned, the Scarecrow and the Juice,
I look to the sky and all I could say was "finally it's on again.",
No lord could stop us now cause the demons reborn again,
My praise,
The first power found,
Me so I could never coward out,
A mind for murder but the barrel couldn't tell you half about this antichrist,
Look into my eyes,
Tell me what you see,
The demonic man about Scarecrowism, saints can you feel me,
I try for years and years,
Sinkin' this one day of depression,
Stormy weather and church bells ringin' to the election,
Of a new follower, follow me into the trees,
Watch me rob Adam, and watch me rape Eve,
In this eve of destruction,
Most will probably wonder,
Will DJ Paul, The Triple 6 Click, and Hell take them under,
[laughter]
[Juicy J]
Bitch, now never,
[laughter]---Lyrics submitted by Edwin.
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