text: Yeah, Lord Infamous
  The Scarecrow
  Futuristic Rowdy Bounty Hunter
  Enigma on the track
  Black Rain bitch!
  When you wanna jump?
  When you wanna jump?
  Smash the gas then ya ball off, ball off
  Do your dance then ya ball off, ball off
  Smash that nigga when ya haul off, haul off
  Crash into em when ya haul off, haul off
  When you wanna jump 
  When you wanna jump 
  As I think about my journey through my life to my death
  Niggas trippin with that anna
  Im gon help em meet their death
  Its Black Rizzle, Im II Tizzle, so you better watch yo step
  Its a million ways to murder so Im livin by that rep
  Im a soul taker, grave digger, find yo block
   with the money got
  They scared of them niggas thats hurtin for paper
  You come to the hood and them goons gon rape ya
  Back from the fucking dead, visions up in my head
  Fuckin you lemon lame, killin it aint no thang
  Murders all on my mind, grabbin the Gl-izz-ock
  And lettin it rip, nigga dont trip
  Niggas defyin the deadly Black Rain
  I will make sure I cause some excruciating pain
  Infamous not a hot-blooded mane
  Theres nothing but ice water in my veins
  Want it all, yes I want every bit
  And I will not stop until I get all my grip
  So trick come equipped for a solar eclipse
  If you slip get yo neck slit, pimp
  Step up on a pedestal, you take a dose, you lose your life
  Listenin to my junt and you might be the one that die tonight
  Scarecrow the Rowdy Bounty Hunter, crank that fuckin sawed-off
  Do your dance, smack that trick and then ya ball off
  I be knockin suckers ... work
  Before I even usin the chopper for when that shit squirk
  Im leavin casualties, the fatal fatality
  Niggas welcome to reality, somebody finna get murked
  A hundred suckers wanna murder me, put me in the emergency
  I keep a few bullets ready to disperse
  And if they fuck with me over hands
  My trigger finger thumpin like thunder
  When niggas runnin fore my dick burst
   murkin motherfuckers with moderation
  Come testin my operation you got a motherfucker 
  You wanna run up on me with ten niggas
  I promise I pull the trigger
  Obviously niggas dont know what they up against
  Imma send my adversaries to purgatory
  And laugh as they burn in the pits
  I see em squirmin and shit
  We beat the fuck out of a nigga with fists
  And leave his face full of permanent prints
  You better learn how to 
  ... there be no tellin when bustin that M11 - 187
  And therell be no recollection of this 211
  Comitted with Blood Money without any question
  Everybody you wish they all talk
  Simply another victim of me and the sawed-off
  Niggas run in here, best believe I hold off
  II Tone, Rock and Lord, its time to haul off