Spill My Blood

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 men capture me?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 men capture me?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 roundToss and tumble

My voodoo do, so my poetry

Now chicken blood or poultry

My victim been shook by a pack of coyoteSoarin' 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 blueNo 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 headI'm wakin' up, tossin' and turnin'

Like in a scuffle

My words aren't clear, rarely I speak, speak

My voice is muffled, muffledMy hands over my face

They done got me

I'm startin' to feel woozy

They done shot meThe same fools I done creeped on

In his own sleep, sleep

One them hoes survived

Now they creeped on meFool, 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 doubtNow the tables have turned

And in the mist of the morgue

Your funky sould burn, niggaHave they come to spill my blood?

Have they come to sentence me?

Will I leave here with my life, my Lord

If the law men capture me?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 men capture me?Ten times out of twelve, nine times out of tenv

Gansta Boo is in it to win

Prophet rider till the end smokin' weedGettin' twisted more and sippin', havin' thoughts

Thoughts about a nigga

I remember what that trick had boughtKept that visine in my purse

Get a rental car from Hertz

Call my niggas from the Three 6

Tell 'em 'bout the plan firstOoh, wee

Can it be, another song we done made

Fakin' on no damn jacks

A bitch gots to get paidCome on prophets, now it's on

Nigga, it's like that home alone

Like white boy fuckin' lets go get this bitchMan, nigga, gone, done deal stupid trick

Now you know this lady bitch

Swing go gets high

Scott free with your shitFor 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 sightSearch a nigga from the shirt to pants

Nothin' on me but a sack ass can

[Unverified] with empty shots

Bucket cleanThey 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 goBroke his throat with a quick left blowv

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[Unverified] 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 setCops 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 nonstopHave they come to spill my blood?

Have they come to sentence me?

Will I leave here with my life, my Lord

If the law men capture me?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 men capture me?