Destruction Terror

Destruction terror and mayhem

Pass me a

Look in the eyes of this muthafuckin' wise guy

I got the nine on my side

But let me tell you why

Inside the blackness of the skies

Lie the fuckein' robbers

Can I call it off you got the dope

You got this coke right on ya

How could you speed with the street sweeper to yo chest

We had to spread

Aw yeah but guess what happened next

Me and my six niggas had to rip them temples in

I didn't want to kill 'em

But I filled 'em I ain't bullshittin'

Bitches when we see ya we gonna get'cha

We cockin' 45's to yo temple

Let the bullet hit'cha

We ain't gonna stop

Mark my word

Ain't no shootin' in there ever

Enemies ain't birds

All this medicine done made me crazy

I'm starting to lace it

I should've stopped a long time ago

But I was lazy

You sissy son of a bitch

You need to turn yo self in

We want'cha bad in the south

The quicker you pay

The quicker the payment be

It's about 1'oclock AM in my hood

In my set 4 deep in the steamer

Gettin' high

'Bout to we me a motherfucka up

Aftermath when I blast

Leave a motherfucka bucked

Layin' down in the grass

Niggas acting like they hard

Pullin' cards

But they fake

Niggas claiming that they bad

Looking mad for they trait

Talk down on a playa

But they smile in yo face

We gonna ride on you fools

Get away without no case

(Gangsta Boo)

Hoes killing me softly

Trying to put me to the test

Give me a fuckin' reason just to snap yo neck

I be the one with flow that's hurting all you hoes

Late night

Creeping bitch at your boyfriends door

Never be out to playa hate

Strictly out for my riches

I ain't got time for this shit

Cause it's money over bitches

Bustas be telling me to leave

Niggas stay out of mine

Who gives a damn what you think

Bitch I'm prophet for life

Never take her for the reasons of a killa

Six dimensions

Let the ammunition take you through

The darkness of the solar system

Malice murderers of many men

Multiply incisions

They certain their vision

Get them percision and death permission

Best believe

I keep them over seventeen

Up in any magazine

Cuaght the wicked packed

That fool is jacked and catch a casuality

Having the capacity

To try to pull a strap on me

But Infamous is coming with the motherfuckin' stack of the

Teflon plated served peala'

I do not recommend fucking with Scarcrow

Nigga got you making tons of enemies

Triple that much in artillery

Showing no love for not anything

Popping yo head to the butcher swing

Polish the blade on the guillotine

Put that bitch out his misery

Fuck a hoe out the galaxy

Infamous with a fatality

There's no way you can imagine

Bodies stacked up on the battle scene

Living pyschopatheticly

Scarecrow terror Tennessee