Parking Lot - Lord Infamous

Don’t get it right down, man this shit too hot

(Just pop his bitch-ass in the parking lot)

If you do it in here security gon' stop

(Just pop his bitch-ass in the parking lot)

All the folks in here gon' know who shot

(Just pop his bitch-ass in the parking lot)

(Just pop his bitch-ass in the parking lot)

(Just pop his bitch-ass in the parking lot)

I came to bring doom and leave nasty wounds

Leave you maricons soakin', chokin in a bloody pool

Cause I don’t shoot at clouds, I shoot at crowds

When you hear the BLAY!

bitch, you better duck down

Layin' still with the cross and the scope on yo head

Squeeze the trigger, blow yo brains over there on yo bitch leg

Trigger-happy ain’t the word, bitch I’m trigger-sprung

I’mma make you give a blowjob to my gun

Come on, come all, whoever wanna brawl

When I pull this yawk out my draws, hoe you gonna fall

And I plan on hittin' me a motherfuckin' organ

You screamin', blood is motherfuckin' pourin'

Ain’t no pity in my goddamn city

Niggas are dirty, grimy, gritty

Keep playin' cock-a-roach, I play pesticide

Double bucks make you wear a shit bag all yo life

Don’t get it right down, man this shit too hot

(Just pop his bitch-ass in the parking lot)

If you do it in here security gon' stop

(Just pop his bitch-ass in the parking lot)

All the folks in here gon' know who shot

(Just pop his bitch-ass in the parking lot)

(Just pop his bitch-ass in the parking lot)

(Just pop his bitch-ass in the parking lot)

To all you weak-ass rappers who think you got issues

I got them wolves and they ready to sic you

So tell yo mammy bring plenty of tissue

I got a black dress and a coffin to fit you

Oh yes, Scarecrow gonna get up with you

I got a arsenal and I’m launchin' missiles

I torture you, beat you, leave you crippled

Smack you with the .40 and it’s plated with nickel

Ain’t nobody straight, ain’t nobody safe

Be somewhere hid, dawg, lost without a trace

Bounce around the club, yeah he think he alright

But he won’t be makin' it home tonight

You don’t have to like me, I don’t like you either

But slip up and you will see: I’m off the meter

And when you hear the BLAY!, like «damn who shot?»

Somebody just got popped in the parking lot

Don’t get it right down, man this shit too hot

(Just pop his bitch-ass in the parking lot)

If you do it in here security gon' stop

(Just pop his bitch-ass in the parking lot)

All the folks in here gon' know who shot

(Just pop his bitch-ass in the parking lot)

(Just pop his bitch-ass in the parking lot)

(Just pop his bitch-ass in the parking lot)

I made me a list, I’m checkin' it twice

Those who are naughty gettin' mortuary ice

Bitch ducked first, when the gun fire disperse

Bloody up yo shirt, put you in a Cadi hearse

Got somethin' outside that’ll cut you in half

Go to yo mammy house, shove a pine cone up her ass

If you cross me I got somethin' special in store

Drive you down-town, throw you off the highest floor

Cause you know the Scarecrow, I’m down for some crucifixion

Dynamite up your ass, that’s stimulation

You don’t know the C4 is under your car

Cut that bitch up and throw yo punk-ass to mars

Don’t get too close, bitch I cut yo throat

Send yo punk-ass to hell with the rest of my foes

Oh I just might wait 'til I think you forgot

And pop yo bitch-ass in the parking lot

Don’t get it right down, man this shit too hot

(Just pop his bitch-ass in the parking lot)

If you do it in here security gon' stop

(Just pop his bitch-ass in the parking lot)

All the folks in here gon' know who shot

(Just pop his bitch-ass in the parking lot)

(Just pop his bitch-ass in the parking lot)

(Just pop his bitch-ass in the parking lot)