Текст песни
[Intro: Satan talking]
I am the leader of the underworld
Thank you my children
Follow me, come with me to hell
This is our time to shine Black Rain
lord infamous, II Tone, Mac Montese, Da crime click
Tha crunkaholics iTs goin down black rain muthafuckin entertainment
Happy Halloween...
[Verse 1: II Tone
Yeah I'm back motherfucker
Never left, da fuck you mean?
Shit I'm dining with the devil
Cause he down with the team
You can take it how you wanna
On a mission for that paper
Underworld demonic soldier
Ain't no secrets, 'bout to capers
Niggas kill, blood spill
What the fuck did you expect?
Shit I'm crazy in the head
But still them hoes gone cut a check
""Blood Money"",""After Sics""
""The Man, The Myth"" was for the nation
But that fire in my soul
Bump this here on gospel station
See I practice what I preach
So listen close so you can learn
Plus I'm walking on that fire
If you try yo body burn
Bodies rottin' in my basement
Corpes burnin' in the field
Since I've seen a man cry before he died
That's what it is
See I never show remorse
Just take a look off in my face
Got you beggin' for yo life
But Lucifer done closed the case
Full of powder, coca shower
Shit I'm high as I can be
Murkin' city, murder capital
It's Memphis Tennessee ]
[Hook: Satan]
[Verse 2: Lord Infamous]
BLAY!
I'mma make a trick outta example
He wanna come tamper
I quickily damper
He wearin' a pamper
I stuff him and cramp him
In back of the camper
Trick don't get me amped up
Leave you rot like terminal cancer
Need a transfusion of plasma
Declared a fuckin' disaster
They can't patch your bloody ass up bastard
Leave your ghost like Caspers
Somebody best call the pastor
To pray 'fore he's in the after
Don't get captured by this revelish rapture
I'm the body snatcher
Scarecrow hoe don't get me snow
Let the damn MAK-90 go
White nose and fro give you that Soul Glo
Ain't enough damn tissues
For my motherfuckin issues
Lunchin' missiles operation
Obliveratin' deadening a population
Situation not a face of mutilation
Occupation nigga bakin'
Life takin a holy sacred
You better change the fuckin' topic
Before I hold yo ass for hostage
Hit you in yo fuckin' sockets
Have you needin' fiber optics
Got a pump with thunder thump
Spill intestines on yo cunt
On some Hannibal Lecter shit
Eat your fuckin' brains for brunch