[Gangsta Boo]
  I tried to warn 'em now they gunna
  Feel the bitches of the devil's daughter
  Horror all because they followed up from sites so quick in sorrow
  There is no tomorrow
  Armageddon is here to close it and
  Smoking on some green
  Thinking of a plan to rob a man
  ScareCrow my nigga, do you think that I can do this shit?
  Do you think I can get away so smooth after I hit this bitch?
  It can be done so all for one and one for fucking all
  Who got them 9s? Who got them Tecs? Fuck alla y'all!
    [ScareCrow]
  Psychodelical spirits they spiral inside a kaleidoscope
  What would happen if I traveled back in time,
  And replaced the Ten Commandments with something I wrote?
  The world warfare ended some thousands of years ago by
  the rapper Lord Infamous ScareCrow
  Happiness is not even an option my friend it is
  something that you'll never know
  Believe superstitious swampbies and zombies, sea
  monsters and sorcery,
  Witches, genies, be-witches
  Give the ScareCrow permission
  Keys to the door way from all the regions of your mind
  I explain the unexplainable myths and times
    [Chorus: Scarecrow (repeat 4X)]
  Triple 6 is my mindstate
  Pre-occupied with devil shit
  Trying to survive through this crime rate
    [DJ Paul]
  Sitting on the porch
  Trying to torch
  To the light green
  Weed then proceed
  To my mission as I allocate
  Meanwhile the sunset
  Trees blowing spookiness
  Twist the doorknob, torn my bible inside was the massive Tec
  So I snooped
  Coop and boop
  Load up and take a two with me man
  Key to the ceiling is what they got for me to come a weary saint
  Kick some doors
  Put some hoes
  On some mother fucking floors
  Giving a mother fucking ching, ching hoe before you go and smoke
    [Koopsta Knicca]
  Forget yo G's, forget yo dead
  Where your little kids at?
  Half a bag of the hally place 'em with them glocks and tags
  Sad to see they killed the nigga was innocent, though
  he was guilty they figured
  Not knowing that he was a mafia member
  A mafia member fell tossed in the river
  Using his skull
  Denting his wood
  Blood scattered all over the place no one scared for
  someone that saw all they face
  None of them got them a murder case
  Laying in disguise
  Get the Lies out they minds
  As they fly high wide
  In disguise hoping they eyes do not turn white
    [Chorus]
    [Juicy J]
  Is it Friday the 13th?
  Are you niggas scared?
  As I cock my gun back
  Put a bullet through your head
  I split them dreads
  Whatever, whatever
  You better beware
  The evilest scare
  Leave nothing but shells and gun smoke in the air
  I got them glocks
  So if you run you'll hear them pop
  And then you'll drop
  I'll come up on you and never stop
  Till I reach that point
  To wipe you out you hoes and haters
  Smoke you like joints
  You should have prayed to God to save ya
    [Crunchy Black]
  It was on a Sunday night a nigga hit Paul back
  He said he had a job for us to do to meet him at the
  Hardy's on the Mart to deal mo crack
  My girl beeped me she told me paul was on his fucking way
  Hit me on his cellular phone, big balling down Parkway
  Paul rode up in a viper man
  I jumped on the passenger seat
  and that's when he like started to explain
  How we gunna touch these hoes
  Shake them hoes
  Put 'em in a viper trunk
  Roll 'em to our stash spot
  And then we cut they body up