Black nickel, straight gun
Pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up
Curses, driving 'round your house
Voodoo hex, voodoo dolls
Messing on your bed, throwing devil
Curses, driving 'round your house
Voodoo hex, voodoo dolls
Messing on your bed, throwing devil
Curses, driving 'round your house
Voodoo hex, voodoo dolls
Messing on your bed, throwing devil
Six, six, six, six, nothing up my sleeve
Money booth, blazing crickets, call me Cruel War Heist
Bang, coke got a lust for the devilish bust
Can of triple six crush and I touch like Malachi
Rolling every spike, looking for your ass and we hide
With the infrared so mean to flash it like some fucking disco lights
We gonna cut you into itty bitty parts
Meet me on your side of town where they keep the graveyards
Glass, glass, glass, glass, trash, trash, shells, shells
Crack sales in these streets, black males found in blood trails
Ain't enough mail for all y'all to prevail
So the weak get put to sleep and they smell while they pale
Sipping on the salty wine, something sweet, softy blue
My name is Scarecrow, bitch, yo, welcome to my club
We gonna take you to the triple six clubhouse
We got a plot for you already dug out
I'm gonna run outside, mane, and pop these things
One on one, come play in the black rain
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