[00:00.00]Spill my blood
[00:00.33]Chorus 1 x1
[00:00.57]Have they come to spill my blood
[00:03.45]Have they come to sentence me
[00:06.90]Will i leave here with my life my lord
[00:10.47]If the law man capture me
[00:13.41]Chorus 2 x1
[00:14.01]Have they come to spill my blood
[00:17.37]Have they come to sentence me
[00:20.79]Will i live to see the morning sun
[00:24.42]If the law man capture me.
[00:27.51](scarecrow)
[00:27.96]Lord infamous, the futuristic rowdy bounty hunter
[00:31.59]B***h I come from the land down under
[00:35.31]Up the from the ground
[00:36.93]You don't want to rumble
[00:38.73]Or cry round
[00:40.38]Toss and tumble
[00:41.97]My voodoo do so my poetry
[00:44.13]Now chicken blood or poulty
[00:45.87]My victim been shook
[00:46.92]By a pack of coyote
[00:49.11]Soarin' through the night
[00:50.22]Down to the trees, packed tight
[00:51.54]With two some on shakes
[00:52.86]No rubber with a paratroop
[00:54.45]In fields with parachutes
[00:55.65]Down to the blue
[00:56.73]No matter however, can't hold em' for forever
[00:59.49]Dead or alive, with your body, i sprinkle rotten flower pedals
[01:02.88]Yes the consequences, are your choice, my dred
[01:05.82]Cause lord infamous will gain
[01:07.59]A healthy bounty for your head
[01:09.63](dj paul)
[01:10.26]I'm wakin' up
[01:11.31]Tossin' and turnin'
[01:12.42]Like in a scuffle
[01:13.71]My words aren't clear, rarely i speak, speak
[01:15.96]My voice is muffled, muffled
[01:17.64]My hands over my face
[01:19.14]They done got me
[01:21.12]I'm startin' to feel woozy
[01:22.62]They done shot me
[01:24.21]The same fools i done creeped on, in his own sleep, sleep
[01:27.69]One them hoes survived
[01:29.37]Now they creeped on me
[01:30.66](crunchy blac)
[01:31.20]Fool we got your ass now
[01:33.21]So what's up
[01:34.71]Isn't you quiet, just because we got your ass muff
[01:38.16]Muffled like bag your mouth
[01:39.81]Shouldn't of ran your mouth
[01:41.58]Talkin' about you gonna creep
[01:43.23]While we was sleep, but it was just no doubt
[01:45.60](scarecrow)
[01:45.81]Now the tables have turned
[01:47.58]And in the mist of the morgue
[01:49.29]Your funky sould burn nigga
[02:01.53]Chorus 1 x1
[02:09.06]Chorus 2 x2
[02:14.58](gangsta boo)
[02:18.15]Ten times out of twelve
[02:19.95]Nine times out of ten
[02:21.66]Gansta boo is in it to win
[02:23.37]Prophet rider till the end
[02:25.20]Smokin' shit
[02:26.01]Gettin' twisted more and sippin' havin' thoughts
[02:28.56]Thoughts about a nigga
[02:29.94]I remember what that trick had bought
[02:32.28]Kept that visine in my purse
[02:33.87]Get a rental car from hertz
[02:35.58]Call my b*****s from the three 6, tell em' about the plan first
[02:39.09]Ooh weeee
[02:39.87]Can it be, another song we done made
[02:42.51]Fakin' on no damn jacks
[02:44.10]A nigga gots to get paid
[02:45.96]Come on prophets, now it's on
[02:47.91]B***h, it's like that home alone
[02:49.44]Like white boy ****ing
[02:50.76]Lets go get this shit
[02:51.87]Man nigga gone, done deal stupid trick
[02:54.63]Now you know this lady nigga
[02:56.43]Swing go gets high
[02:58.05]Scott free with your shit
[02:59.37](juicy j)
[03:00.81]For all the dirt
[03:01.80]That i did to my wife
[03:02.76]Forgive me lord
[03:03.54]Each and every night
[03:04.56]Croked cops
[03:05.22]Pull a gun don't fight
[03:06.30]Blow you away, leave you out of sight
[03:08.01]Search a nigga from the shirt to pants
[03:09.84]Nothin' on me
[03:10.44]But a sack ass can
[03:11.49]Cannon i, with empty shots
[03:13.26]Bucket clean
[03:13.86]They find a couple of grams
[03:15.03]Tons of shit
[03:15.39]That that b***h don't know
[03:16.65]The juice man
[03:17.43]Can't be cuttin' no bro
[03:18.45]Tryed the cuffs
[03:19.17]But the b***h didn't go
[03:20.19]Broke his throat
[03:20.88]With a quick left blow
[03:21.90]Now it's on, and the chase begins
[03:23.70]Cuttin the corner, shirt blowin' in the wind
[03:25.41]Dog on my trail
[03:26.16]And he pickin' up the scent
[03:27.15]K-0 cops
[03:27.84]Kill a four legged friend
[03:28.89]Jump in the lex
[03:29.61]Voodoo like a hex
[03:30.60]Dog confused, in they mind complex
[03:32.34]**** the red light, ballin' on my set
[03:34.08]Cops on my trail, cause i let you rest
[03:35.82]Hop in the car, ran two more blocks
[03:37.56]Put in reverse, then i heard the gun shots
[03:39.30]Doin' a hundred, so i couldn't get popped
[03:41.10]Officer friendly, on the trip nonstop
[03:42.84]Chorus1&2...till fade

Spill my blood
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
B***h 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
Chorus 1 x1
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' shit
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 b*****s 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 nigga gots to get paid
Come on prophets, now it's on
B***h, it's like that home alone
Like white boy ****ing
Lets go get this shit
Man nigga gone, done deal stupid trick
Now you know this lady nigga
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 shit
That that b***h don't know
The juice man
Can't be cuttin' no bro
Tryed the cuffs
But the b***h 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
**** 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
Chorus1&2...till fade