Spill My Blood

[Hook: Lord Infamous]
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 men capture me
Have they come to spill my blood
Have they come to sentence me
Will I live to see the morning sun
If the law men capture me

[Verse 1: Lord Infamous]
Lord Infamous, me futuristic rowdy bounty hunter
Nigga, I come from the land down under
Up the from the ground, you don't wanna rumble
Or cry round, toss and tumble
My voodoo do so my poetry
Now chicken blood or poultry
My victim been shook by a pack of coyote
Soarin' through the night, down to the trees, packed tight with two
Submachines, no rubber boots, paratroops 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 petals
Yes the consequences, are your choice, my dred
Cause Lord Infamous will gain a healthy bounty for your head

[Verse 2: 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, me

[Verse 3: Crunchy Blac & Scan Man]
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 have ran your mouth
Talkin' about you gonna creep while we was sleep
But it was just no doubt, now the tables have turned
And in the mist of the morgue your funky soul burn, nigga

[Hook: Lord Infamous]
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 men capture me
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 men capture me

[Verse 4: Gangsta Boo]
Ten times out of twelve, nine times out of ten
Gangsta Boo is in it to win, Prophet rider till the end
Smokin' weed, 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 niggas from the Three 6, tell em' about the plan first
Ooh weeee, can it be, another stang we done made?
Fakin' on no damn jacks, a bitch gots to get paid
Come on Prophets, now it's on, nigga it's like that home alone
Like that white boy Culkin, let's go split this bitch made nigga dome
Done deal stupid trick, now you know this lady bitch
Swing go gets high, scot-free with your shit

[Verse 5: Juicy J]
For all the dirt that I did to my wife, forgive me Lord, each and every night
Crooked cops pull the guns, don't fight, blow you away, leave you out of sight
Search a nigga from his shirt to pants, nothin' on me but a sack ass can
Cannon nine with empty shots but they claimed they found a couple of grams
Grams of dope that a nigga don't know, the Juice mane can't be cuttin' no blow
Tried the cuffs but a nigga 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 a scent, K-9, cops keep a four-legged friend
Jump in the lex, voodoo like a hex, dog confused, in they mind complex
Fuck 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 gunshots
Doin' a hundred, so I couldn't get popped, officer friendly, on the trip nonstop

[Hook: Lord Infamous]
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 men capture me
Have they come to spill my blood