Lyrics:
(Hook) Talkin shit bitch, i dont think that you should do that, better yet i fuckin know. dont you know that i will kill ya hoe? Talkin shit bitch, talkin shit bitch talkin shit, talkin shit bitch all of my victims get left in a fuckin pile. Talkin shit bitch talkin shit bitch talkin shit...better yet i fuckin know dont u know i'll killa ya hoe? talkin shit bitch talkin shit bitch talk talkin shit all of my victims get left in a pile, these bitches aint nothin...voluntary exile
(Verse 1)
I swore to myself i'll get back any muthafucka
i remember who went against the ominous one i gotta leave em severed
should i stab a muthafucka then i shoot em?
doesnt matter, leave the bitches body for the cops to find in ruins
what did u think u was provin trynna set me up wanna test my nuts
i dont run my mouth but i'll you find out what its like to catch a slug
spreadin rumors gossip lies about me
aint nothin but a motor mouth bitch
spread yo legs for the rest of memphis
nasty skank best close yo lips
u will see me in your dreams
and in reality fuckin wit my clique
i'll rush you, then head butt you
yeah u the famous tupelo trick
i will submerge you in 1,000 sufferings
and bring her into my draining room
among the priests that swing from ceilings
that ho too will be hanging soon
the coffins are ready
prepared them just for you
so deep in the mind
come enter my portal
the mortals
get slaughtered
who dare step against this
defenseless they are
for talkin so damn wreckless
i dwell many different places
most of them are all grotesque
with the stitched up human bodies
walkin around with detached human heads
fuck wit this
u'll soon find out
bitch fuck all your petty threats
your walking cursed contagious grounds
fuckin wit o m i n o u s
(Hook)
(Verse 2 J Blaque Diss)
fuck all these bitches
a my nig
who do we got right here?
the psycopathic no straight jacket
bitch get your queer ass outta here
these jealous traitin hatin
faggot want me to stop rappin devilish verses
try want ya want playa
aint nothin to do to fuckin hurt this
buck a muthafucka talkin about he wanna fuck wit me
im comin from the deadly dungeon thousand devils up in me
the broken seals of lucifer now opened gates of whats in me
the darkest demons are one with me
the fury vengeance and bloody sheets
i know you can't fuck with the style that your hear that the mightiest ominous one posseses
and just like i said before in the song that u hate i seek weakness beneath your chest bitch
flaugin flaky bitch i will cut yo fuckin cord
pop you on the porch or maybe leave you snug up in the morgue
tap all you want but u know that were runnin this
say that u hate but our style u be luvin it
open your mouth take your tongue and start cutting it
infamous 6 is the clique you aint fuckin wit
thinkin your slick but your heart is pure bitch
never met this boy and yet he runs lip
when and if he see me he'll be vampin real quick
they know they aint fuckin wit infamous 6
nigga u aint tough
cus of weights u pump
wont need a gun to take u off the map
when i drop that devil bar on top yo neck
bench press your way up out of that
(Hook)
(Verse 3 Evil Pimp Diss)
the rain tastes like blood where im from
the power possessed leaves u shakin and speechless and numb
i await in the graveyard with auras of death
so u threw out a challenge i gladly accept
i stay in a daze prophecies in my brain
i reside where the pain is too much so dont play
through the eyes i inflict the murderous
life times of fury
the winds of sickness makes your vision all blurry
the one who resides in the deadliest haze
i create and erase bloody bitches i crave
from the blackest of clouds over skies and the graves
you shall be forced to fall and eternally lay
now watch the black mist get inside of your veins
my thoughts will now fuck up all parts of your brain
peezy its too fuckin easy to orchestrate your end of days
death will sweep through sunless skies
hypnotic stare from demon eyes
symbolic of the messages
of ancient ones within me lies
you a hoe, a lame, a fuckin weaklin
phone tappin trick i said so bitch
i rip your grip and strip your strength
so now your forced to let go bitch
you done stole too many verses
king of impostors you are perfect
devil shyt? dont be so certain
your career is in them hearses
you aint black ballin shit
you aint runnin a fuckin thang
but your runnin your lip
and i'll smack you bitch
now enjoy the remnants of this pain
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