[Intro: Lord Infamous, Playa Fly & Ken Foree]
When there is no more room in hell
The dead will walk the earth
Now you see me smilin', lookin' wily, got a loced out face
Suckas think they close to me? Deep inside I feel disgrace
We smoke off the ink, we get blowed off the ink
We get fucked up, we takin' them hard pulls
Now you see me smilin', lookin' wily, got a loced out face
Where tha bud at?
Lookin' wily, got a loced out face
Where tha bud at?
We smoke off the ink, we get blowed off the ink
We get fucked up, we takin' them hard pulls
Where tha bud at?

[Verse 1: Ramirez]
Sittin' in a circle as we're praying to the wicked one
Flames arise, a busta cries, and everybody starts to run
Lookin' at the devil in his eyes, don't be surprised
Everybody in this bitch will die by the night

[Verse 2: Yung Plague]
Light-Lightning strikes in front of my feet
I believe I'm the demon that bleeds in the color of grey, ayy
Winter is coming, I summon the flames, ayy
Summer is gone, I'm no longer Yung Plague, ayy
Noose and a blade, ayy, Lucifer's slave, ayy
Choosin' the day I'll be loose in the grave, ayy
Slay the sheep that pull wool over my eyes
Creep in the dark, I'm a shark in disguise
Park it in drive, jump out the ride
Crucify me on a spike, I will die right by Lucifer's side
Bodies in a pile about a mile down the road
Got a while 'til it snows
Black and white makes the color that I glow
Grow in a hole until I become whole
[Verse 3: Yung $carecrow]
Shoot that bitch right in his neck like executing Clay Morrow
Then I stumble and I walk to go and grab me a shovel
Yung Jax Teller, and the concrete's my jungle
Smuggle a fuckboy to sacrifice into rubble
Tunnel vision to murder with grey walls cavin' in
Crumble 'til I'm unheard of, the resurrection begins
(Welcome to the land of six thousand degrees
Feel the ferocity of fire burnin' for eternity)

[Outro: Lord Infamous & Playa Fly]
We smoke off the ink, we get blowed off the ink
We get fucked up, we takin' them hard pulls
Now you see me smilin', lookin' wily, got a loced out face
Where tha bud at?
Lookin' wily, got a loced out face
Where tha bud at?
We smoke off the ink, we get blowed off the ink
We get fucked up, we takin' them hard pulls
Where tha bud at?