| I be the rootin’est, tootin’est, shootin’est, hootin’est
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| Ain’t nuthin' you can do wit' this, I’m brutal bitch!
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| I be the rootinest tootin’est, shootin’est, hootin’est
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| Hangin' coz ya split ya wrists, I’m cruel trick!
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| I be the rootin’est, tootin’est, shootin’est, hootin’est
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| Got a night scope and a beam on this, I won’t miss!
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| The rootin’est, tootin’est, shootin’est, hootin’est
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| They call me Lord Infamous, I’m Infamous!
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| Kickin' up this like a fuckin' cheetah
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| Infamous, I’m hungry as a hyena
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| Once I get up on the speaker
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| Lurkin' with the millimeter
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| Low down dirty, ruthless schemer
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| When I load this forty-fiva
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| Tear up lungs like emphysema
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| No you cannot catch a breather
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| I don’t like your punkass either
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| Cannibalistic, a flesh eater
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| Psychic thoughts is up my reader
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| I sense that you want this heater
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| Rippin' out yo goddamn peepers
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| Track 'em down like Jeepers Creepers
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| Crouching tiger, hidden reaper
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| Yeah I hate alotta people
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| When we start there is no sequel
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| Bitch you never ever equal
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| Black mamba, I’m very lethal
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| Hit you with the damn heat seeker
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| Plenty bodies, dig it deeper
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| High as fuck, I’m on this liters
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| Slanted like the tower Pisa
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| Lookin' like he want some beef-ah
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| I’mma leave you with a leaker
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| Keyser Soze the defeater
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| Low on dope, I need a re-up
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| Snort a fucking quarter key up
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| Snort up an avalanche, call up the ambulance
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| Doin' the devil dance, goin' into a trance
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| Pray to the murder man, shoot some malevolence
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| Snort me a blast and watch it all blast
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| I be the rootin’est, tootin’est, shootin’est, hootin’est
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| Ain’t nuthin' you can do wit' this, I’m brutal bitch!
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| I be the rootinest tootin’est, shootin’est, hootin’est
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| Hangin' coz ya split ya wrists, I’m cruel trick!
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| I be the rootin’est, tootin’est, shootin’est, hootin’est
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| Got a night scope and a beam on this, I won’t miss!
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| The rootin’est, tootin’est, shootin’est, hootin’est
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| They call me Lord Infamous, I’m Infamous!
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| BLAY!
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| I’m the Bloody Bloody Scarecrow, I’m from the demonic dimension
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| When it comes to Devil Shyt I promise there’s no competition
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| Enemies, they all retreat, I rip a opposition
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| Bitch you pay the penalty, you wanna come fuck with this pimpin'
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| Coke OZ’s and Fentanyl are my only source of nutrition
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| Crank the chainsaw, get the rippin', glesh is all over the kitchen
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| Did I mention: I will split yo cranium, you get the trippin'
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| Grip this pistol on my hip then give you some lead intervention
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| Nigga wanna test this gangsta, seems he needs a position
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| Put this pistol to his chin and pop his brains to the ceilin'
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| Run and hide and duck for cover once I get no hill in
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| Set his ass on flames and leave him in the med killin'
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| (?) dilaudid shots and morphine to heal pain
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| You went against the grain now you have to face the Black Rain
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| Sadistic and sick psychotic, yes I need a tec mane
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| Cause I’m hangin' decomposed bodies, it ain’t right mane
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| I be the rootin’est, tootin’est, shootin’est, hootin’est
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| Ain’t nuthin' you can do wit' this, I’m brutal bitch!
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| I be the rootinest tootin’est, shootin’est, hootin’est
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| Hangin' coz ya split ya wrists, I’m cruel trick!
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| I be the rootin’est, tootin’est, shootin’est, hootin’est
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| Got a night scope and a beam on this, I won’t miss!
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| The rootin’est, tootin’est, shootin’est, hootin’est
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| They call me Lord Infamous, I’m Infamous! |