Lord Infamous
This Ain’t
[Intro: Lord Infamous]
Yeah, Scarecrow, Enigma, Big Stang, Black Rain

[Verse 1: Lord Infamous]
I slap you so hard that your fucking head will spin around on your neck
You standing there sellin' them wolf tickets bitch and you 'bout to get shanked in the chest
What a mess, bitch n***as get blessed when they feel my fatal caress
1-5 Carbon .223's end up meltin' in your flesh
Oh my God, you lil pussy ass n***a, I swear you don't want no damn parts
I knock your weak ass out the park, I will stomp your damn brains out you fuckin' retard
I snatch out your heart, slap pistola and crease yo block
Put a shot into your top, fuckin' with Ricky Ramrod
L-O-R-D not D-R-E but I let the bass go
Trip - pistol grip, there your fuckin' face go
N***a you better come get up with me if I have to come get up and see about you
I kill your mammy, your sister, your brother, your cousin, your niece and nephew