Lifestyles of the Sick and Infamous

It’s them Lifestyles of the sick and infamous

There’s no forgiveness so ya know we know no limits biatch!

It’s just them lifestyles of the sick and infamous

There’s no forgiveness so ya know we living limitless!

It’s them lifestyles of the sick and infamous

There’s no forgiveness so ya know we got no limits biatch!

It’s them lifestyles of the sick and infamous

There’s no forgiveness loco, theres no forgiveness; check-it!

 

I'm a dick yo, I don't play soft,

I be gassin' wack rappers by the millions when I concentrate like Adolf,

I grab yo cash mad dash then Bernie Madoff,

the difference is with me, that shit done paid off!

Check it, I’ll cut cha shorter than a munchkin,

drop yo body backwoods then call ya country bumpkin!

Always in ta sumtin; 12 gauge dumpin'

I'm a one pump chump when I got that 12 gauge pump:

Cos I’m quick ta blast like a virgin,

you don't wanna cross me loco, yo I'm way to current

Mothafuckas use my name like a deterrent

cause I'm so quick to cut cha that you‘d think that shit was urgent

And I done cut so many fools you'd think I was a surgeon!

fuck around wit us we'll have you swimming with them sturgeons!

Somethin like we purgin’

In the night we lurking murking

goin’ berserkin’ doin’ that dirt’n putin’ that work in!

We leavin’ ya hurtin!

It’s closed curtains,

And closed caskets

Always measures drastic

Step up and get yo ass kicked

I snap back quick just like whiplash did

Leavin’em bodies all wrapped up in plastic

Listen,

I’m unmerciful, I will not head to yo submission

and gruesome dreams of murder give me nocturnal emissions!

I’m having visions, reoccurring terrible visions

and like that surgeon I’m bouts to make another damn incision,

yeah, and I do it with precision!

So tell ‘em loco, tell ‘em how we livin when it’s…

 

(mid range raspy voice singing in the background “We livin’ lifestyles of the sick and infamous)

(Second background voice whispering: “ lifestyles of the sick and infamous”)

Lifestyles of the sick and infamous

they’s no forgiveness so ya know we know no limits biatch!

It’s just them lifestyles of the sick and infamous

we know no forgiveness so ya know we got no limits biatch!

 

 

You don’t wanna be my chess-mate

I’ll be rolling through your hood

Boring holes up in yo chest plate yelling checkmate!

Hell to pay!?! Nah, I’ve got hell to spend!

No pretend,

Do you think that you can ya fuck wit us?

Well that all depends

How ya like being up that shit-creek without a paddle?

And I mean the deep end!

No pretense, just revenge

We intense, hard-headed plus we dense

Ain’t no changing our minds

No rewinds, I won’t be kind

I’m out my mind, situation bleak

it’s do or die when it’s you or I!

And you hella weak,

Yo, I mean you bitch made,

You’re so weak that every day for you’s a weekday!

So be afraid, I’m on the hunt

You know how I can tell that yous a bitch?

(sniffs) I can smell your cunt!