10.Triple Six Clubhouse verse 2
"Hearses drivin round your house, voodoo hex
Voodoo dolls dancin' on your bed, throwin devil sets
Sick sadistic, nothin' up my sleeve
Money boost blazin' quick just
call me Crow
Voorhees BLAY!
Crow got a lust for the devilish bust
And the Triple Six crush
And a touch like Malachi
Rollin' every spot
Lookin for yo' ass and we high
With the infrared sewn in his flesh
And like some fukkin' disco lights
We gonna cut ya into itty-bitty parts
Meet me on your side of town
Where they keep the graveyards
Crushed glass, dead rats, lots of trash
Empty shells, crack sells in these streets
Black males found in blood trails
Ain't enough mail for all y'all to prevail
So the weak get put to sleep and they smell while they pale
Sippin on a salty wine of your sweet softy blood
My name is Scarecrow bytch, yo Welcome to my club"