Spill My Blood Lyrics - Chapter 2: World Domination - Three 6 Mafia

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? 

Lord Infamous, the futuristic, rowdy bounty-hunter 

Nigga, I come from the land down under 

Up the from the ground 

You don't want to 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-some on shakes 

No rubber with a paratroop, 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 pedals 

Yes, the consequences are your choice, my dred 

'Cause Lord Infamous will gain a healthy bounty for your head 

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 

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 of 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 sould burn, nigga 

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? 

Ten times out of twelve, nine times out of tenv 

Gansta 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 'bout the plan first 

Ooh, wee 

Can it be, another song 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 white boy fuckin' lets go get this bitch 

Man, nigga, gone, done deal stupid trick 

Now you know this lady bitch 

Swing go gets high 

Scott free with your shit 

For all the dirt that I did to my wife 

Forgive me, Lord, each and every night 

Croked cops, pull a gun, don't fight 

Blow you away, leave you out of sight 

Search a nigga from the shirt to pants 

Nothin' on me but a sack ass can 

[Unverified] with empty shots 

Bucket clean 

They find a couple of grams 

Tons of dope that that nigga don't know 

The Juice man can't be cuttin' no bro 

Tryed the cuffs but the nigga didn't go 

Broke his throat with a quick left blowv 

Now it's on and the chase begins 

Cuttin' the corner, shirt blowin' in the wind 

Dog on my trail and he pickin' up the scent 

[Unverified] cops kill 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 gun shots 

Doin' a hundred, so I couldn't get popped 

Officer friendly, on the trip nonstop 

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?