spill my blood þarký sözü

[chorus 1 x1]
have they come to spill my blood
have they come to sentence me
will i leave here with my life my lord
if the law man capture me

[chorus 2 x1]
have they come to spill my blood
have they come to sentence me
will i live to see the morning sun
if the law man capture me.

[scarecrow]
lord infamous, the futuristic rowdy bounty hunter
nigga i come from the land down under
up the from the ground
you don´t want to rumble
or cry round
toss and tumble
my voodoo do so my poetry
now chicken blood or poulty
my victim been shook
by a pack of coyote
soarin´ through the night
down to the trees, packed tight
with two some on shakes
no rubber with a paratroop
in fields with parachutes
down to the blue
no matter however, can´t hold em´ for forever
dead or alive, with your body, i sprinkle rotten flower pedals
yes the consequences, are your choice, my dred
cause lord infamous will gain
a healthy bounty for your head

[dj paul]
i´m wakin´ up
tossin´ and turnin´
like in a scuffle
my words aren´t clear, rarely i speak, speak
my voice is muffled, muffled
my hands over my face
they done got me
i´m startin´ to feel woozy
they done shot me
the same fools i done creeped on, in his own sleep, sleep
one them hoes survived
now they creeped on me

[crunchy blac]
fool we got your ass now
so what´s up
isn´t you quiet, just because we got your ass muff
muffled like bag your mouth
shouldn´t of ran your mouth
talkin´ about you gonna creep
while we was sleep, but it was just no doubt

[scarecrow]
now the tables have turned
and in the mist of the morgue
your funky sould burn nigga

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[chorus 2 x2]

[gangsta boo]
ten times out of twelve
nine times out of ten
gansta boo is in it to win
prophet rider till the end
smokin´ weed
gettin´ twisted more and sippin´ havin´ thoughts
thoughts about a nigga
i remember what that trick had bought
kept that visine in my purse
get a rental car from hertz
call my niggas from the three 6, tell em´ about the plan first
ooh weeee
can it be, another song we done made
fakin´ on no damn jacks
a bitch gots to get paid
come on prophets, now it´s on
nigga, it´s like that home alone
like white boy fuckin´
lets go get this bitch
man nigga gone, done deal stupid trick
now you know this lady bitch
swing go gets high
scott free with your shit

[juicy j]
for all the dirt
that i did to my wife
forgive me lord
each and every night
croked cops
pull a gun don´t fight
blow you away, leave you out of sight
search a nigga from the shirt to pants
nothin´ on me
but a sack ass can
cannon i, with empty shots
bucket clean
they find a couple of grams
tons of dope
that that nigga don´t know
the juice man
can´t be cuttin´ no bro
tryed the cuffs
but the nigga didn´t go
broke his throat
with a quick left blow
now it´s on, and the chase begins
cuttin the corner, shirt blowin´ in the wind
dog on my trail
and he pickin´ up the scent
k-0 cops
kill a four legged friend
jump in the lex
voodoo like a hex
dog confused, in they mind complex
fuck the red light, ballin´ on my set
cops on my trail, cause i let you rest
hop in the car, ran two more blocks
put in reverse, then i heard the gun shots
doin´ a hundred, so i couldn´t get popped
officer friendly, on the trip nonstop

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