Three 6 Mafia - Spill My Blood Lyrics
Spill my bloodChorus 1 x1Have they come to spill my bloodHave they come to sentence meWill I leave here with my life my lordIf the law man capture meChorus 2 x1Have they come to spill my bloodHave they come to sentence meWill I live to see the morning sunIf the law man capture me.(scarecrow)Lord infamous, the futuristic rowdy bounty hunterNigga I come from the land down underUp the from the groundYou dont want to rumbleOr cry roundToss and tumbleMy voodoo do so my poetryNow chicken blood or poultyMy victim been shookBy a pack of coyoteSoarin through the nightDown to the trees, packed tightWith two some on shakesNo rubber with a paratroopIn fields with parachutesDown to the blueNo matter however, cant hold em for foreverDead or alive, with your body, I sprinkle rotten flower pedalsYes the consequences, are your choice, my dredCause lord infamous will gainA healthy bounty for your head(dj paul)Im wakin upTossin and turninLike in a scuffleMy words arent clear, rarely I speak, speakMy voice is muffled, muffledMy hands over my faceThey done got meIm startin to feel woozyThey done shot meThe same fools I done creeped on, in his own sleep, sleepOne them hoes survivedNow they creeped on me(crunchy blac)Fool we got your ass nowSo whats upIsnt you quiet, just because we got your ass muffMuffled like bag your mouthShouldnt of ran your mouthTalkin about you gonna creepWhile we was sleep, but it was just no doubt(scarecrow)Now the tables have turnedAnd in the mist of the morgueYour funky sould burn niggaChorus 1 x1Chorus 2 x2(gangsta boo)Ten times out of twelveNine times out of tenGansta boo is in it to winProphet rider till the endSmokin weedGettin twisted more and sippin havin thoughtsThoughts about a niggaI remember what that trick had boughtKept that visine in my purseGet a rental car from hertzCall my niggas from the three 6, tell em about the plan firstOoh weeeeCan it be, another song we done madeFakin on no damn jacksA ***** gots to get paidCome on prophets, now its onNigga, its like that home aloneLike white boy *****inLets go get this *****Man nigga gone, done deal stupid trickNow you know this lady *****Swing go gets highScott free with your shit(juicy j)For all the dirtThat I did to my wifeForgive me lordEach and every nightCroked copsPull a gun dont fightBlow you away, leave you out of sightSearch a nigga from the shirt to pantsNothin on meBut a sack ass canCannon i, with empty shotsBucket cleanThey find a couple of gramsTons of dopeThat that nigga dont knowThe juice manCant be cuttin no broTryed the cuffsBut the nigga didnt goBroke his throatWith a quick left blowNow its on, and the chase beginsCuttin the corner, shirt blowin in the windDog on my trailAnd he pickin up the scentK-0 copsKill a four legged friendJump in the lexVoodoo like a hexDog confused, in they mind complex***** the red light, ballin on my setCops on my trail, cause I let you restHop in the car, ran two more blocksPut in reverse, then I heard the gun shotsDoin a hundred, so I couldnt get poppedOfficer friendly, on the trip nonstopChorus1&2...till fade
