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Infamous is comin' strapped like an Italian Arabic
I reckon I wreckin' ya South American
Killa guerilla Colombian Muslim or some, loop
Maniac, comin' to rip your damn head of your neck
put your heart in the back and I spit on yo ashes
and straight to the head for the chief
and the blunt of the Indica down in my stash,
I reside in the insane asylum the bodies I pound 'em
on Infamous Island where there is no smilin'
the s buckwild and the weapons are silenced
there's nothing comin by us,
Military barbarian buck 'em and bury 'em wid the
scarier, insanitarium, apothecarium,
There's no merry love, only murder blood,
Till I take something worst out ah all ah these
hollow points burst and disperse going through
flesh and bone through the back of your shirt
you be burnt up and buried in dirt that'll work,
The Scarecrow be smokin' these s for
they can't get wid these es they'll never compare,
I'm comin' from the land of Triple 6 s still
sufferin' every day that I swear
