As I cut, guts pour, blood washes from the shore, To the sand,
As a thousand viens slither through my hand.
Could not withstand a man from the underland of pain,
As his brains hit the grains and I bury the remains, with my fangs,
Piercing through a bitches jugular,
Infamous bangin' with psychotic serial killaz, the triple 6 murderers
Not leavin' another put down the tical when I'm ready to cook, and I rip with the hook,
'Cause these niggas get took by the Infamous crook and the mafia villian will fuck up a rookie.
Drop 'em to his knees with the N-I-N-E, Slug, Gets Dug, and bloddy up ya rug
Because me really love to make a stang,
It's the high cap but don't make me touch ya manne.
I got the scope, but not the kind that kills bad breath,
I got the kind that likes to fuck up You're good health
Everybody in this bitch just rip some shit up,
I don't give a fuck it ain't my stuff, You can tear this club up.
Lord Infamous - Tear Da Club Up (Original)
As I cut, guts pour, blood washes from the shore, To the sand,
As a thousand viens slither through my hand.
Could not withstand a man from the underland of pain,
As his brains hit the grains and I bury the remains, with my fangs,
Piercing through...
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