Triple Six Clubhouse

[helicopter noise]

Pickin' up the murder scripts

So come and dish it for the road

And the code of the motherfuckin' Triple Six sitcom, ugh

Makin' sketchin' the infetion from the rich and come along

For the mark on your arm it's the income

Ball on to the next century, misery

Scarecrow got a murder that is goin' down in history

A train from the north

A train from the south

There isn't

But they all collided

All the niggas died

Cause the green and pride

Cause I will pursue you

Screw you

Put a slug through you the voodoo bruetaly

Ride I'm seventh of the sign

I'm the sniper you can't find

And my slug made of shiney jewelry

Mr. Boogy Man if I fall from

I smell some money in his hand

Take his side ugh

I don't give a fuck

About your side

You can be from L-A, Miami, or the N-why

Chorus (2x)

We gonna take you to the Triple Six club house

We got a plot for you already dug out

I'm gonna run outside man

And pop these thangs

want to want to come play in a black reign

Hers's drivin' round your house

Who do you hate

Voodoo dolls bouncein' on you bed throwin' devil setts

Six ahh dished it

Nothin' up my sleeve

Money boost blazin' quick just call me crow

For he's blaaay!

Crow got a luss for the devilish bus

And the Triple Six crush

And I touch like malencholy

Rollin' every spot

Lookin' for you ass and we hot

With the infrerred sewn in his flesh

And like some fuckin' disco lights

We gonna cut ya into itty bitty parts

Meet me on your side of town

Where they keep the graveyards

Crush blasted rest lots of trash

Empty shells cracked

Cell City streets

Black males found in blood trails

Ain't not enough mall for all ya'll to provail

So that we an put to sleep

And they smeel while they pale

Sippin' on the salty wines of your sweet softy blood

My name is Scarecrow

Bitch your welcome to my club

Chorus (2x) -fade on 2nd-