Lyrics:

Pickin' up the murder scripts so come and dish it for the role in the code of
The muthafuckin triple six sitcom
All niggas catchin the infection from the regent come along, afor the mark on
Your arm, it's a ear com
Ball on to the next century, misery, scarecrow got a murder that is goin' down
In history
A train from the north, a train from the south, the east and west, they all
Collided all them niggas die, 'cause there greed and pride
'Cause I will pursue you, screw you put a slug through you that voodoo bruetally
Ride
I'm the seventh of the sign, I'm the sniper you can't find, and my slug made of
Shiny jewelry
Mr. boogie man, fee fi fo fum
I smell some money in his hand, take his side arm
I don't give I fuck about yo side you could be from l.a, miama, or the n.y

We gonna take you to the triple six club house
We got a plot for you already dug out
I'm gonna run outside man
And pop these thangs


Wanna wanna come play in a black reign

Herses driving round yo house, hoodoo hex, voodoo dolls bouncin' on yo bed,
Throwin' devil sets
Sick sadistic nothin' up my sleeve, muddy boots, blazin' crickets call me crow,
Vorhees play!
Crow got a lust for the devilish bust, and the triple six crush, and I touch
Like malichi
Rollin' every spot, lookin' fo yo ass and we high, with the inferred sewn in his
Flesh just like some fuckin' disco lights
We gonna cut you into itty bitty parts, leave me on your side of town where they
Keep the graveyards
Crush plants dead rats lots of trash empty shells crack cells city streets
Black males foind in blood trails
Ain't enough mail for all ya to prevail
So that we can put to sleep, and they smell why they pale
Sippin on the salty wines of ya sweet salty blood,
My name is scarecrow bitch, you're welcome to my club!