Til Death - Lord Infamous, II Tone

I’m married to this game, till death do us part

For richer or for poor, Imma give it all my heart

And I take this fucking mic as my lawful wedded wife

And Imma rock it every night just to keep my game tight

Wildest barbarians, lots of hysteria

Black pitbull terriers, venomous area

Sniper is strikin' with Infamous wrath

Cracking yo fuckin' head in half

Let’s take a bloody bath in my Michael Myers mask

Dump them like some gladiators or thee annihilators

Also thee eradicators, the Loony Bin escaped

I’m hittin' 'em with the clothes lines

Smashin' the fucking vertabrae

Wolfpack predator, don’t discrimanate on prey

Every sunday Infamous transform to Ted Bundy

.44 hollow in yo tummy, ain’t working on Monday

Whats up with the Scarecrow? You know till the world blow

But no disrespect but I’ll swear you like you build it hoe

Ain’t hatin' on you bro cause you wear a lot of jewelry

But my only bling is that fuckin' chrome artillery

Nigga are you feeling me? Need to take this serious

Infamous fucking you punkass-niggas up like I’m furious

I’m married to this game, till death do us part

For richer or for poor, Imma give it all my heart

And I take this fucking mic as my lawful wedded wife

And Imma rock it every night just to keep my game tight

Trick you know that I know you ain’t got no fuckin' nuts

Bitch I know that you know I’ll fill you fuckin' full of slugs

Pistol pop, body flop, then you drop in the mud

Knock off ya block from the hot shots from this thug

Revolver silver, make you shiver with this pain I deliver

Niggas injured from revenger bullets, enter every center

Mentally scarred, very hard, bitch I will pull your card

Melt you slobs like some lard when this Glock boils your heart

Slop chop, blown apart, mafia G, vice squad

Ram rod pimp stick, red hot cum shot

Slap hard, smack, whack, rock apart

Hungry moany stomach growling cuz I ain’t had shit but slop

Want yo fuckin pieces hoe, want my money right here hoe

You’ll never be Scarecrow, slap some sense in ya hoe

I’m married to this game, till death do us part

For richer or for poor, Imma give it all my heart

And I take this fucking mic as my lawful wedded wife

And Imma rock it every night just to keep my game tight