Ism - Lord Infamous

This shit I spit is hard as penitentiary dick

And I’mma go up in you deep with this Clubhouse Click

And I’mma give it to you raw, a ear full of this ISM

This pure uncut gangsta shit, pimpin' this ISM

Scarecrow horrific bloody pacific twisted bounty hunter

Collecting the brains of the enemy

Crossing the path of this ravenous monster

I’m spittin' the souls and I’m bleeding the venom

I’m cappin' the lightning and thunder

And you cannot deal with the lethal injection

My dose is puttin' you under

This deadly assassin will come up and blastin'

And dump you in casket and wrap you in plastic

When poppin' the plastic your brain disappear

Like it was fuckin' magic

When squeezing the trigger my finger lock on it

Vicious like a fuckin' pit

Lord Infamous and Black Rain in this bitch

With Tha Clubhouse Click

Infamous Kid and I rip up trick nigga

From his fuckin' ass to his appetite

Clinch 'round your neck like a boa constrictor

Circulate cut off all light

Bitch you best get on some act-right

Cause the Lord Infamous awfully focus for pain

Once I catch up with you, guaranteed

Shit gon' get real strange

This shit I spit is hard as penitentiary dick

And I’mma go up in you deep with this Clubhouse Click

And I’mma give it to you raw, a ear full of this ISM

This pure uncut gangsta shit, pimpin' this ISM

This shit I spit is hard as penitentiary dick

And I’mma go up in you deep with this Clubhouse Click

And I’mma give it to you raw, a ear full of this ISM

This pure uncut gangsta shit, pimpin' this ISM

I put yo head on the chopping block

Fuckin' with ma guap

Gotta be a kush crop and a pint of yella snot

Don’t get cut on yo top

Put a (?) hickey knot

Need a hard how hard yo eye, purple flip flop

Need a medical attention when this pistol get cocked

Got the shank of destiny

Infamous stickin' em on the spot

You don’t want no parts of this

Get lead, get hot

I don’t do no pistol playing

I give your punkass a shot

I don’t tote no small shit

I got some shit that you don’t like

Like my nigga Spice 1

I’mma pu-o pu-o pop

Wishin' someone will help you

Won’t somebody call the cops?

Leave ya beat down and bloody in Lord’s butcher shop

This shit I spit is hard as penitentiary dick

And I’mma go up in you deep with this Clubhouse Click

And I’mma give it to you raw, a ear full of this ISM

This pure uncut gangsta shit, pimpin' this ISM