[Verse 2: Lord Infamous]
BLAY!
Scarecrow Myers, Lord Voorhees, when I hit him with the hatchet man it's very O.V
Skin yo ass alive like a coroner, remove all your organs then I feed my pack of wolves your meat
Serial Killer, very demonic my n***a, I shoot yo ass from yo forehead to your feet
I don't know the meaning of the fucking word "beef" I'ma hunt yo bitch ass down in yo streets
Soze with the quarter key on the plate like I'm Tony Montana, you hear the "BLAY!" I'm gonna spray
Eyes on blaze from the Bogota (?), and I'm kinda paranoid, get yo ass blown away
.30-06 fire from a mile, make you spin like Michael Jackson, man this shit buck wild
Special op, Green Beret, Navy SEAL, Infamous terminate with military skill
M-Town murder with precision drill, dump the whole dip in your motherfucking grill
Send a missile in yo domicile, watch the bodies pile, homicide, it gets real ill
I don't just rap this gangsta shit, mane it's Triple Six rep, it's very real
If you wanna play bring yo ass this way, I'll send yo ass back with yo coffin sealed